Sprouting in the light of love and acceptance like beautiful flowers in the sun

 

She grew into who she was not what they wanted her to be

 

She leaps over valleys of doubt to soar into the clouds of dreams

 

Nothing can bring her down from the high she's riding out

 

She twirls and spins in the paints of souls she touches deeply

 

The chains of agony no longer have their hold

 

She is free and lively and quite damn lovely dancing in the rain

 

No longer drowning but rather backstroking her way through what she thought was misery

 

But it turned out to be beauty

 

Beauty that will take the air right out of your polluted lungs and hold you tighter than any vine around any tree

 

Freedom

 

Freedom from hatred and heartache

 

Freedom to be the compassionate creature she is

 

Freedom to be free from her own mind

 

Freedom to be stunning and wild and loving

 

Freedom to be me​