I envision freedom daily
It occurs under cranberry streaked skies -
The perfect backdrop for copper colored suns
not knowing if they are coming or going
[sunrise or sunset? sunrise or sunset.]
In much the same way, I can't tell if I'm coming or going
Colorful and alive
Vibrating with anxiety, potential and possibilities
21 years of bottled up passion - unleashed and unsoiled
Let loose on mild days in November
when all cares had to be abandoned for the love of me
.and no one else.
The skies were like cotton candy on those days
Softly spun with sugar and pastels - so sweet and light to the touch
It was beautiful in November.
Beautiful and difficult but I accepted the challenge
of turning nothing into something
Turning dim days into sunny ones
where you have to shield your eyes from the glory of the times
because do you really deserve them?
Just remember the days you looked up and saw the hues
and thought that they must mean something
Cranberry is hope and pastels are release
and one day you'll figure them all out with little of his help
Because you are created wonderfully and fearfully in His image
You were constructed with freedom stirring violently in your bones

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