Gliding
Gliding through the air divine,
Here my imperfect soul does shine.
All my thoughts take to the air,
flowing freely without a care.
Running from my problems fast,
Leaving behind a troubled past.
Wind blowing through my hair,
Pushing me to who knows where.
All that matters to me now,
Is finding freedom no matter how.
Running freely through the night,
Ignoring muscles weary plight.
Letting all my worries go,
Allowing joy to freely flow.
This poem is about:
Me