SONG FOR YOURSELF
- 51

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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.
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© Chris Wright 2021-08-17
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