I am up in th morning... alone.... and <br />I feel so strange. These have been <br />days of change. Lights and movement <br />so fond, yet far. Only once the severity <br />of the cry... was possible. I try I almost <br />always to give what my heart knows it the <br />best. This love for life, this angel of my own, <br />is in my heart, giving breath to my body and <br />an archway into a world divine. Hope and love <br />is a shining interface with the beauty of day and <br />the picture of night. Just once and only once will <br />I see the way to go towards a life of giving love and <br />humility. I cry about these things and love, love, love always. <br /> <br />..... this is the day I will be... the day I will be free<br /><br />Sarah Sisson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-day-i-will-be-free/
