Nowhere near completed
Nowhere near knowledge
Just a touch better than defeated
Still, like the embers of a fire
The soul doesn’t die easy
A gasping breath above the mire
The air is bittersweet
A shudder of things past and cautious hope
A gentle touch of heat
The sun on my skin
The world another hue
More vibrant than I dared to remember
As if feeling all things for the first time
I feel I'm taking flight
Freedom is on the way
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 8:10 PM UTC
Nowhere near completed
Nowhere near knowledge
Just a touch better than defeated
Still, like the embers of a fire
The soul doesn’t die easy
A gasping breath above the mire
The air is bittersweet
A shudder of things past and cautious hope
A gentle touch of heat
The sun on my skin
The world another hue
More vibrant than I dared to remember
As if feeling all things for the first time
I feel I'm taking flight
Freedom is on the way