My body breathes to reach far away
Stretching twisting forming the shapes of ancient stories
(God is a storyteller)
While the rhythm of my steps mark a way ahead for my heart..
For so long it’s felt trapped
Inside of not enough truth
Breath and life and heart-beating though remained
That thing they call audacious..
Will not remain unheard forever
Where there is life there is hope..
I see and I’m listening.