Muse in the Morning
A Transition through Poetry XIX
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Free from the prison of my mind
Free from the fear that bound me
Free from denial and guilt and pain
Free of the sorrows of the past
Free to experience passion and joy
Free to grow, free to feel, free to love
Free to laugh, free to cry, free to sing
Free to live rather than merely exist
Free to walk my own path
Free to follow my dreams
Free to embrace the splendor and the beauty
Free to explore; free to be me
–Robyn Elaine Serven
Slowly, one or two people at a time, I made a few friends. Then one day, I discovered I wasn’t so lonely anymore.
The words* came…and there was music for that.
The Who: I’m Free
*Note: My poem from 9/19/08 continues in this vein.
Good morning. Be excellent to one another.