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Who am I
It took a while to get here. To see between the strokes. To find colour in motion and soak in what provokes.
The quiet roar that led me here hasn’t always been bright. It’s complicated, simple, swaying, dark and light.
Letting go, moving forward, stepping back. Caged, I’m free. I choose who I become, but always searching: who is me?
I am the lessons taught; I’m the journey along the way. I’m the consistently inconsistent, changing every day.
I am built to roam the earth, and my soul is meant to touch the sky.
A lion’s heart, angel’s wings, with mystic in my eye.
Who am I
It took a while to get here. To see between the strokes. To find colour in motion and soak in what provokes.
The quiet roar that led me here hasn’t always been bright. It’s complicated, simple, swaying, dark and light.
Letting go, moving forward, stepping back. Caged, I’m free. I choose who I become, but always searching: who is me?
I am the lessons taught; I’m the journey along the way. I’m the consistently inconsistent, changing every day.
I am built to roam the earth, and my soul is meant to touch the sky.
A lion’s heart, angel’s wings, with mystic in my eye.