Passion

A new dawn rose above
the horizon today, kissing those
white whispy clouds and lifting an ironic
weight off my chest. Each moment
alone is rapture, I am free
to pursue my beloved interests
or dine away the night. I reach out
and others show me their open
palms with silent sincerity and
kindness. Who was I to continue on
for so long oppressed and with
wilted spirit.