Almost Ready

Wild and free
–I once was.
blonde tendrils blowing in the wind
as I ran.

I raise my shaking hands
but only half way.
I am not ready today.

Not too long ago I stood
upon a hill and I felt
cold wind rush by me
felt it blow my crust off
and my soul open up
releasing one soft layer,
one wild smile at a time.

How can I find that release
–that wild, free spirit
in the ordinary everyday?
Where is freedom in this life?
Where is wildness?

Moments escape before we are ready.
And each day I raise my hands a bit higher
almost ready today.


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