Flight

Dancing during the witching hour
Under the proverbial full moon

Gracefully, I take flight,
As I praise God, and his blessings of life

Freedom enraptures my body,
Its' radiance warming my soul

Unable to contain that which is in me
Exuberantly I dance, relinquishing all control

Muscles quaking, trembling with the strain
Abandonment of all thoughts

Just feelings .. intense.. burning though me
It blazes out of my spirit as I dance; airborn

Slowing as sorrow manifests
Tears coursing down as I continue my solo flight with the sky

Pain, hate, anger...eradicated
Waltzing with my feet now grounded to the earth

Like a lightning rod;
Discharging the negative back to the ground

Unburdening my agonies
Abdicated to the world which helped spawn them.

You can well-nigh see the concentrated emotional transfer
Visualize the white-blue flame amassing

Purging from my soul..
Hitting the earth with such force she groans

Emanating my happiness
Purdging the pains with emulsions of joy

The earth turns neutral... I feel her sigh
As the elegant dance turns full of hope..

Returning to the sky, I whirl with the clouds
A breathtaking, captivating sight

Each movement inspired
Guided with the certainty of

Hope; for the future
All that it holds for me.

Dancing during the sunrise..
Enlivened, and free.