Untethered
Untethered flying
What once felt like a fear to
fly, now feeling my wings move throughout
the air.
Gliding to the silkiness of the
liquid air.
Looking up, looking down,
side
to side.
Pure
infinite.
Soaring over the ocean tasting
the salty air.
Over the mountains inhaling the pine
oxygen.
On Becoming
myself has now
become
who
I
am.
I pen down the words unconditionally as I receive in love and awareness.
Love,
Gyll
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