Breaking Free

I wander.
Meandering through
the endless fields
dead. brown. lifeless.

The grass crunches
beneath my heavy feet;
the wind scorches my face
as it whirls the dust away
whirls through the void in my being.

I lift my arms
as if to take flight
to follow the
inconsequential dust-specks
which have no purpose
no destination
no thoughts and no dreams
into the sky.

To break free of the clouds,
rip my way through
the dense fog of
the questions
the desolation
the apathy

To break free and finally feel
feel the sun's rays
warming my face.
To soar higher and higher
burning away
the lies, frustration
betrayals and failures.

Exposing my trueself
tender and naive
overwhelmed and surrounded
by the brilliant color
of the bright azure sky.





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