Sweet may not be the best word to
Describe the smell that tickled its
Way up my nostrils tonight as
I walked to the water's edge...
It came from the chilly breeze
Wrapping itself around my bare
Legs as I pulled and readjusted
My poly-spandex polka-dotted
Skirt down around my naked gams
In order to breathe in and out the
Freshness from the frosty spring air
While praying to God for answers
For my life... love and otherwise -
Otherwise, i will continue to grope
About in uncertainty, bitterness and
Pain like the prickles that enveloped
My right foot as it fell asleep, pinned
Under my left gastrocnemius - not
Forgetting to look up at the sky and
Cry out for forgiveness in gratitude
For its already mine IF I grasp the
Truth and believe it applies --
The wind whipped and the chill
Squished out the heat, making the
Journey back to the car, and reality,
A little painful - but refreshing to
Feel - even if it hurts, it's true...
Like the distance between the stars
I saw through the light pollution of the
City I am struggling to call home.
Ahhh, fresh air!
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