Simply in college, perpetually writing poetry. I have too many poems, locked away and ready to be shared. I aspire to write fiction as my career and to pursue American Sign Language. Saved by the grace of God.)
Free
I see myself in the poppy seeds and the playful trees -
In the dying grass,
In the crisp, singing breeze;
Under the breadth of sky,
Atop the breast of the sea;
In nature’s right hand -
Free.