I am free
my arms open
as I smile with glee.
The ocean spray in my hands
as I lookout to sea.
Oh how can this be?
As I look at the world with options.
But I choose to be
at home where I am
with not another plea.
I may be free,
but that doesn't mean
I must leave.
It just means there is unlimited options,
it's for where I am happy as can be.
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The Bleeding Pen of a Writer
PoetrySome old , some new, some dying to be true. A collection of my poetry
