Challenge
Why is growth addictive?
Possibilities
A single soul cries out in my empty sky
as my ocean eyes search with frantic wind.
I step back and see my reflection of the past -
tidal waves froth, unleashing bellows of my mind
I reveal my true self as I stand strong and silent
Striving to grow in my own direction as
I arrange guiding stars in an array of light.
Damp moisture recedes from my cells
forms a little waterfall in my dimpled hands.
Captured whispers feed my addiction for growth.
Flames lick my essence as I trust my inner voice
to travel with heightened reality, not illusion.
I thrive in my reach for the highest skies,
opening myself up to tomorrow’s reach of
Possibilities.
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