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I love the feel of
God's gentle breeze
tickling my skin
as I walk through
the meadows and creek.
Long windy fingertips
tease my senses
when bees buzz
by my ears
telling me gossip
that inedibly destroys
people's and animal's
lives every day.
I drink purified
sun-kissed creek water
to quench my thirst
for an ability to keep
trudging through ivy vines
trying to trip me
like outstretched hands
ready to choke.
As I cut through them
with the sharpened
blade of a pocket knife,
I find myself
free of predators
trying to kill me
for a mouthwatering
taste of my blood
in their salivating mouths.
Upon getting out
of this heinous torment,
I find old footprints
in the sand
where I should backtrack.
I follow them
to eagerly learn
a great many things
on this journey
back to where
everything had begun.
Only this time,
my birth is
knowing lessons taught to
me through memories.
And with that,
I cross my
rickety wooden bridge
to obtain desired
acceptance, wisdom, faith, tranquility
and God only knows
what else lies ahead
for me when traveling through...
the depths of poetry.