And I Ran, a poem

 

I had a dream

that I was running.

I had finally

set myself free.

The wind fluttered

beneath my shaky wings

and I ran

and I ran

and I ran

trying to find

my way home.

I caressed the grasses

growing on the prairie,

I touched the quivering branches

hanging beneath the trees

I touched the sky

I raced the sun

and I ran

and I ran

and I ran

toward my

many-colored dreams.

Hands outstretched,

wind beneath my shaky wings

I ran

and I ran

and I ran

trying to find

the beauty

that I know

resides in me.

 

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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