After years of falling short and crumbling like cheese cake

I have finally persevered

Pushing back against the falling thunder

Swiming against the opposing tide

Moving through a world of wonder

While fighting to get to the other side

Freedom tastes like honey -fresh from the comb

It’s the clanging bells of freedom on the way home

The wide path grew narrow as I changed with time

Living a life that few would care to define

Marked by the changing weather

Painted by the sublime

The only limitations are found in my mind



Love always, Ayesha