Dreaming of fleeing
dreaming of fleeing from a building that appeared less like a home, and more like a house
fleeing from a structure that no longer serves my deepest soul needs
as I stepped on each granite step, small slimy green creatures attached themselves to my soles-- I then would reach down--with all my strength attempt to pry the green creatures off the bottoms of my feet
made it to the beach-- where only the sounds of seagulls and waves greeted me
free of the original structure which only in my mind created the demons-- showing up in the form of green creatures
free to design a new structure which resembles more what my soul cries for: peaceful evenings, productive creative days, and soft shimmering ways...
where I can float, unhurried- as mind melts, in its own refreshment....where breathing is easy, and my birthright of creating most days is front and center
we become what we dream..dreaming as huge as my starry visions can hold
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