There is the child in me that remembers a dream...
the dreams includes the freedom to be me...
I have never liked conformity, suffocation...
I cannot breathe.
I love this poem, Janet. I can completely relate to what you have expressed through your verses. I am told constantly that I "never grew up." I don't take that as an insult; I "own" it and I am happy with it. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
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Tony
the dreams includes the freedom to be me...
I have never liked conformity, suffocation...
I cannot breathe.
I love this poem, Janet. I can completely relate to what you have expressed through your verses. I am told constantly that I "never grew up." I don't take that as an insult; I "own" it and I am happy with it. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis