Out Of Myself Poem by Anna Osipova
Out Of Myself
I'm out of myself and of my house,
My things and feelings piled on the floor,
The keys are useless. And I doubt
That I remembered to lock up the door.
I'm going wild, going down the street,
I'm free from worries, tears, frames and arms.
And wild wind is following my beat.
And spring is free and melting snow and ice.
WOW! You have effected you own liberation. Youdid not wait for someone from the outside to free you YOU TOOK THE INITIATIVE AND DECLARED YOUR OWN INDEPENDENCE. Brava! But this is not a a wild, wayward freedom which will spend itself and then sink exhausted. This is a freedom informed by the mind as well as the body. It's poised and focjused. There's energy held in reserve so you won't collapse hel[pless.
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5/6/2024 4:18:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Cheerfulness will take the better of worries and tears just like the spring takes the better of frost and snow. Thanks for sharing. I'm going wild, going down the street, And wild wind is following my beat.