My little bit of freedom

Savoring it, enjoying it, cuz it might not last. My little bit of freedom.

The wind in my hair, I can go anywhere. But I choose the one place where I feel tranquility. Here I feel at peace. Calm. Focused.

I go to the place where questions are answered, where doubts are resolved, where fears are banished. I go to the place that soothes many souls, that encourages the wounded, and gives strength to the broken.

My thoughts are fluid. They bleed from my brain and form words on the paper. My hand cramps from writing too fast. I say all that I want to say, and hope that it is understood.

When I leave, I feel uplifted. It is as if I left a part of me behind. The part that doubts, the part that gets upset and worried, the part that fears. I emerge anew.

I am confident and faithful. So faithful that I hold out my hands ready to catch the blessings being rained down upon me.

It is more than that I have to believe. I believe because I have faith. And faith cannot be explained.

I know that this year will bring many good things. I hope that they will all be openly revealed good.

I cherish my last bit of freedom and return the car to its rightful owner.

My day is over but I am looking forward to tomorrow.