I Write Poetry

[b]Forever Flowing Free[/b]. (Lace Productions) I hear the whispers. Just a breeze among the trees. Telling me not to fear. Take that first step. That scary leap of faith. Onto that unknown path. To hold my head up proud. And take my place. Among those who have blazed the trails before me. The wanderers, the seekers, the brave souls, the outspoken. And let my inner being shine. Sparkling, Colorful, Free. Let the wind take me where it may