I Have Not Read This Poem by Keith Michael

The sand between my toes, the wind through my hair, the trail up to the mountains and breathing in the crisp altitude has brought a refreshening point to my life. No longer do i fear doing the right thing, or letting someone do it for me. i am upstanding to take the blame, criticism, and outcry that goes with it, but i am also ready to accept the favoritism that is claimed. i don't walk around with a bag that hides my flaws, and i am comfortable enough to take charge.