Today I dance under darkened clouds
and splash through muddy puddles,
left over from yesterday's rainfall,
and yell out my best kept secrets,
disrupting the sleepy morning stillness.
Today I breathe in the crisp air,
clean like there only is the day after a storm in the city,
and I skip around the snails sliding across the road,
feeding my toast to the twittering birds as I pass,
a childish grin on my face.
Today I strip off my pajamas
and twirl in the middle of the street,
ignoring the disgraced faces of passing drivers
as wind whips my flushed face,
hands reaching for gray skies above.
Today I bathe in the melancholy splendor
of the rainstorm's departure,
painful memories washed away
along with the chalk drawings on the sidewalk,
and I smile
because today I am beautiful.
Bleh. Grammar kills.
I can't remember if I've written something similar to this before, but it's quite likely. Not quite polished, but that's not what I'm aiming for.
Written because there is too much self-depreciation on this site, though I admit, I'm guilty of it as well.
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