I close my eyes
And open my soul
To the cosmic unknown
Standing on my tippy toes
Going in the direction
Only my soul knows
Spirit is infinity
Feet together willingly
Right before I
Take the leap
My angel guides
Look at me
Whispering divinities
As I step
Into the creek
Frigid waters
Of my destiny
A chilling breeze
Settles over me
My toes are grounded
In my new reality
Freedom takes hold of me
As I breathe
I reignite universality
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Misha Kelly
Writer, adventurer, nature lover, student of life
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