I don't know what's up from down, I lost my way. But I know I'm here to stay. I knew when I almost ended it. In the sky I spread my wings. Now I'm breathing, breathing like I've never done before. Seas I have sailed, ships that I've sunk, no more will I cry, I can't take it. No more loosing sleep, won't loose easily. In the sky I spread my wings. I go no further, I stay no longer. Wings spread ready to take flight. I am full of hopes, desires and dreams. one day I will be set free. In the sky I spread my wings. I'm strong not weak, I'm brave not meek. Motivation going strong. I will not stop moving along. In the sky I spread my wings.
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Isabel Ana Zavala
Have been loving to write since a child. Never got anything published, I write more for myself. My everyday life. My children, My illnesses. The darkness we all have, The lightness we all want.
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