*Dedicated to my seventh grade English teacher, Mrs. Ware*
There will be a wordless day
when we may all wash off the dust and grime that has found its home inside of our very minds.
It will be like the meadows after a fresh rain,
wet and joyous,
ready to host new life.
The mountains, tall and strong, dominating the landscape,
shall bow to us for once,
and the trees will all sway in our presence.
We all hold storms within our gates, and vast oceans in our minds.
Release them and the world will breathe a new breath of life.
Until then, we will be forced to sit and wait under the dusty surface that is
normality.
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