I am
Running through
gusty fields
Inhaling,
exhaling
Benumbed
and glad
I am
Deeming
myself worthy of this honor
Seething
recollections of youth
Rekindling memories of blessings
Burying
dreadful reminiscences
I am
Allowing
large waves to rise up and drench me
Accepting
that this deliverance is granted
And,
finally, being blissful for what I really am:
Free
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