Monday, September 19, 2022
Oh, here it is…
My wings, my flow,
This love, I chose.
This debt, not owed,
My oar, my row,
No longer my loath.
….ain’t stuck on this boat.
I glide, I soar,
This air, not cold,
Air molds, wind blows,
Frustrations and scold,
Like feathers,
They gone…
Untethered, each falls,
Like babies,
Free fall.
-Budd
