New me by Yusra Ali

Holding on to the ropes,
No falls, no fails.
Swinging away,
Flying away,
Breathing again.

My Hair:
Down, long, wavy, flowing away.
My eyes wide open.

Sunshine on my face,
Popping green around,
Scribbled clouds,
Open space;
Wind, Sky.
All to myself.

(I don’t care:
if anyone sees me,
if they stare me down.)

Now I know what to do.
It’s my chance- to shine.
Simple me.
Doing what I should’ve done a long time ago,
But who cares?

It’s a new start.
New friends,
New me.