Remission from suspicion.
No longer do I fear my collision.
Some days I’ll stagger and stumble.
Others I’ll soar and prevail.
Whatever might come I’ll face it with a smile.
Entities will never manage to curtail.
Think me mad or divine.
Reality is I’m neither, cause I’m feeling more than fine.
Rejoice; and use your voice.
Dance or cry; never let that fire dwindle and die.
Limitations are round the bend.
Words which I refuse to befriend.
For it is was true then how are we here?
Think on that. Maybe reposition and steer,
Away from the rocks you lashed yourself to.
Fearing that the waves might break you.
I know those fears for I feel them also.
Doesn’t mean you have to shy away the coming day.
Rejoice; and use your voice.
Dance or cry; never let that fire dwindle and die.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 