My head I press into the wind, I long to soar above the stress of gravity;
The ocean breeze taunts my skin with its crisp purity and scent of honesty;
I care no more for restraints of emotionality or oppression of human obstacles;
Judge me not for I care not about clandestine judgments of those who do not know;
I release my hold on illusions and embrace the here and the now.
Sometimes I write these...they are a cross between a poem and a rant, but calmer and without rhyme. I can't remember what they are called, but I remember doing them years ago in a day-long class I took. They are a great writing exercise and an exercise in letting yourself free up with expression.
(c) 2015 Kimberly D Miller
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