Awakening.

Like a tree I reach upward,
With outstretched arms,
Showering in the warmth from the midday sun.
Care free and in the moment.
No thoughts besides my inhalations.
My chest rises with the wind,
Pauses, and begins the gentle release.
The years of darkness have subsided.
The times of worry cease to influence the course of my mind.
I am finally free.
Awoken in the sun.

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