One day at a time,
Trying to understand what it means to be alive.
Take a dip and release your past crimes.
Who said we weren’t born to strive?
Your dreams, my dreams, all are waiting.
Even if we release one,
Ten float back in a pastel-reflected painting.
A river once-upon-a-time
Held me down deep beneath the rocks
Till a spirit entered its habitat
And on to the shores, I walked
Head high, Pearls lining an encrusted crown; fat.
Now I believe after I reached the mountain peaks and rocks
That everything is just because it is.
So I plunged back
Arms raised,
Straight into the sea.
Not the Pacific or the Red,
But that of the Free.



Lindsay Reva


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