Uncanny Freedom Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Uncanny Freedom



Stillness of purpose fills me with an uncanny realm of freedom, taking along all of my being.
Soaring like a balloon, being thrown about by the wind whenever and wherever it feels like.
Existent behaviors being laughed at as I float through the sky of my mind, interiorly acting like a person who just doesn't give a damn.

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