Saturday, 7 July 2012


I wrote this after I had learnt how to ride a bike. One of the best days of my life. 

I felt like I was feeling for the first time.
I was moving,
And for once the body felt mine.
I was free,
I was high,
I was saying goodbye.
Goodbye to the hard days,
Goodbye to the heart ache,
Goodbye to being worried.
With my hair whipping in the wind,
I turned around to see,
That my past had stopped following me.
My road was bright and clear,
The dirt was washed away by the new rain.
The drops that had found their way to my soul,
Had cleansed it whole.
Now I feel happy,
I feel like this is how I'm supposed to be.
Scarred, broken and crazy,
Healed, beautiful and wise.
In all the mess,
I had found my pattern, my path.

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