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.