Barefoot adventures

She had feet as rough as sandpaper 

and legs with scars and bruises 

from adventuring.

She didn’t care about what people thought of her, 

all she cared about was living 

and I mean truly living her life to the fullest. 

Floating in the limitless sea 

as it carries away negative energy. 

Dancing in the tropical rain 

as it washes all of her problems 

and worries away. 

Running through the jungles barefoot. 

Feeling as free as a child. 

Creating art as beautiful as her soul. 

If something made her truly happy then 

she could care less about 

what anyone thought of her. 

So she chose to live out her dreams 

so that no one could take away

 the happiness she had inside. 

If you ever spot her doing what she loves, 

watch her and maybe you could see 

how truly living your dreams 

will be the most happy free 

and at peace you could ever truly be

This poem is about: 
Me

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