Friday feeling:
whether frail or full of force,
anything is possible–
and we are free. . .

it’s up to us. . .

to delve into our guts,
find what it is we really want,
and point our compass hither. . .

then set off
from our
tried, true, well-worn shores,
bravely to sail
our chosen course. . .

From there,
our happiness will grow
and fly so high,

our lives fill up
with love and hope–
now so much more
than just a glimmer.

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