I may appear to be all worn out, tuckered out, faded out. My ears may be pinched back, pieces of me lost along the journey. I may be older, wiser or not, my color is muted and faded and changed…but I’m still beautiful.
I wrestle with the energy inside. I contemplate letting it go, but don’t want to just die. I hold it, waiting for just the moment….
I will be free…