
Dreaming my Tomorrows
July 23, 2023
Long ago I learned I do not fit the mold, but that is okay.
I can color outside the lines of expectation
And create a paper airplane while others
So solemnly write their patterned lines.
Long ago I learned but somehow
I always stand up to say maybe
Maybe you will need a kite this time
Rather than a notebook.
All is well I am not abandoning my place
Only living it on a different plain .
Maybe one day I will find a whole other way
To be where flowers are more important
And life is deeper
And interconnectedness of relationships are inspirited
Windblown laughter carries me somewhere
There are no molds, no expectations
Other than love
So I unlearn
Dreaming my tomorrows.
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Sister Lael Niblick