Dreams become Purpose.
Last night I had a blissful dream where the sun shone everyday and the temperature was perfect. Last night I had a blissful dream of a place that offered everything I need, and miss. Throughout the dream as I traversed the alien content I found I spoke the language. I felt healthy and whole. Last night my soul wandered away from my body to a place where it could run free: escape the everyday and fly in the wind. My soul has always wanted to be in such a place as this, but I have never been able to physically get there.
It is now my life’s endeavor to find the place where my soul will be free; even though I will go through struggles and risk my well being to do so. I will find it. I have to.
2 comments:
Such a beautifal poem lots of love thresa from wAshington
Thresa, thank you - whoever you are, thank you so much.
Do stop by again.
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