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Creating my Own Beginning


My shoes are discarded The sand creeps between my toes My feelings guarded But as I see the waves roll They call to me Tempting me with a cure for my broken soul So I run to the ocean But stop at the first sight of water My fear of the unknown stops me like a poison I reach down feeling the chill The water freezing all my restrictions Leaving such a thrill I look to the flawless sky Hearing the screeches of the birds and giggles of children I can’t let this magnificent life pass me by I want to roam Climb the mountaintops Making the wilderness my home I want to feel the misty air against my skin The freedom the breeze brings Until I find myself again I want it all so here I am Ready for the vibrant ocean Where I teach myself to swim
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