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I can stand up .

I can breathe in hard

and when the world curses me,

I'm laughing.

I can feel the hurricane

I can run to the ice cream van

and when the something under the bed howls at me,

I'm singing

I can fall like a feather,

I can punch like a jackhammer,

and when confused grey burdens me ,

I'm dancing.

My ear can

accept any noise

My eye can

see across counties

My hands can

touch rainbows,

My nose can

sense goodness and,

My tongue

tell of it all.

I can hold love gently,

I can keep me to myself,

and when death is just a note on a wind chime,

I'm really living.


© Chris Wright 2021-08-17


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