The person I want to be
Is one’s destiny written on the winds?
When a seed is buried; is it set free?
Do ciphers resonate within the bends
of limbs; or are they rooted with the tree?
I’m reaching for the stars I am seeing.
Encircled by circumstance; a wildfire.
Faith in the heavens keeps me from fleeing.
Growing through every storm; reaching higher.
As I climb, new strengths come with prospective;
a seedling seeing canopies clearer.
Discord in life; a living elective.
Always studying the cosmic mirror.
I still see the person I use to be;
searching for the person I want to be…
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