My Free Spirit
I am like a free spirit.
My soul twists and tangles like the wind weaving through an endless meadow.
It gallops across the never ending memories of my fate.
My spirit rumbles strong as thunder rolling in a storm-filled night.
It leaps into the air alongside the flopping fish going upstream.
And through a rainbow, with its colorful spectrum of dazzling light.
My wild spirit bounces off the walls of my imagination.
The words scrambling on a page like a sugar rush.
My free spirit allows me to transform anything into something
beautiful, breathtaking, awe inspiring. I am free.
Copyright © Amanda Broomhall | Year Posted 2011
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