Detachment from every aspect of external environments gives me a feeling of support for myself.
Insecurities abound no more, I've been stripped of them and am free of their hold.
Taking steps to take off on a journey of beautiful moments in a place of adventure.
Looking for traces of myself in the great outdoors.
Examining nature in all it's splendor, taking part in feelings of mother nature's explicit inheritance.
Happily jouncing through yardage - being independent of the hold yesterday has kept on me.
No longer tethered by an inability to say no, now choosing if and when I want to be subservient.
Out of respect, at times, I'll allow it, as long as it doesn't encapsulate my soul again.
A release of emotion sends this soul into a continual revival of hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a bit too dense and confused