by: Gail Pedescleaux-Muckle

I am an adult, therefore I have to be responsible.
I’d rather explore the child within my soul.
This journey within will give me hope that all things are possible . . . .
No matter the dreams and goals.

I walk barefoot in the sand and gaze out to into the sea.
A feeling of freedom inside urges me to fly . . . .
Asking myself, can this really be a newer and freer me?
I spread my arms and I actually feel my feet leave the ground as I soar
into the sky.

Nine to five I must work to make a living . . . .
But all the hours in between that add up to twenty-four
Allow me to be someone who is strong, but loving, focused, but giving.
I open my heart, mind and soul to new challenges and adventure to receive so much more.

POEM 18: n/a

NOTES FROM CLASS: n/a