A TCC Metaphor

By Ruth Alsobrook-Hurich, Prescott Valley, AZ

open

wonderful

flying above

innocence

freedom

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

I can remember as a child

How it felt to be free

It’s been many years since I was there

But I am still me

Life moves on as I stand still

Even though I seem motionless

Days continue like the spinning of the wheel

I touch the new day with softness

It seems so fragile

The child in me returns

I hope it will be here for a while

All the memories unwind

Spinning thoughts move in and out

A new innocence is what I find

The days continue to come

As I move with the flow

The child in me is free once again

This is what I know

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