Sometimes I dream,
I dream that I'm free. Like a bird with my arms spread wide, flying high above those clouds that make the blue skies grey. Sometimes I dream, I dream that I'm free. Like a bird, soaring through the sky. No worries, no fear, just me and the wind that carries me. I hope to one day be free; feel free. I hope to one day be fearless and without worry. I hope to one day be strong enough to carry myself, no longer depending on the wind. I hope and I dream, but I never wish. I don't want a miracle to strengthen me. I hope to grow, each day, little by little until I am free. Free from worry and free from fear. Free from doubt and free from old wounds. When I dream, I dream that I'm free. I dream that I'm strong. Strong like a soldier, pushing through worry and fear and doubt and the pain caused by old wounds. I believe that one day, I'll be free. Free from everything that was once holding me down; keeping me from moving on. I know that one day, one day I'll be free. Being who only I can be, Me!
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AuthorMy passion is writing. I started writing stories when I was only 6 years old and I still do it today. Blogging is something I've been wanting to do for a long time, so here we are. Archives
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