Edges
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1 min readOct 23, 2017
I want
to put
my hands
on the
edges
of my life,
lean into those invisible walls
and push,
digging in my feet,
muscles straining,
heavy sweat on my brow,
breath, deep and whole.
I want
to run
my palms
on those
elastic walls,
Fingers poking into the unknown
on the other side.
Fears fading,
boundaries broken,
dreams awakening
until I feel the sound of this rebirth
breaking out of my chest.
This air is new,
light and fine,
scenery, unrivaled.
This is my life,
once hidden,now
unleashed
and
unencumbered.
This is freedom.
This is me.