I will seize the day
And it will throw me

In the water.
Plunge me
into the unfamiliar cold.
Push me adrift
from my harbor.
Let me breathe.
Freely.
I am a no longer a weight, sinking
I can break the surface.

In the sky.
I have no limits.
Adrenaline high.
Let me soar with the birds,
past the clouds,
to the moon.
I am weightless.
A shooting star,
rising.


--A. Azurra Grace S.