Free Spirit
A free spirit she has.
Creativity flowing
Through her veins.
Works of art
Painted by her hand,
Poetry flowing
From the pen
Which is hers to command.
Thoughts on life,
The balancing act
Of earth sun and moon.
Thoughts on death,
Why some must go
Too soon.
Sorrow felt so deeply
At other peoples pain.
Her heart aches,
Feelings she can’t restrain.
A free spirit she has.
She see’s things
Others do not,
Feels things
That others forgot.
A free spirit she has,
One that falters in flight,
But always remains
In some small way
Bright.
Copyright © Jessie Berken | Year Posted 2012
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