Pen'D Poem: October 27 - November 2
I have all this nervous energy coursing through my veins.
 I can feel anticipation, anxiety, fear, restlessness...and Serenity? 
My mind boggles at the body's capacity to withstand so much
 at the same time, 
in a matter of mere minute seconds, balled up and 
ready to explode. 
How is this possible? Why is it possible?
My mind races, so much to do, so much to get done. 
My dreams are no longer secrets, my dreams are no longer 'dreams'. 
They 
have morphed, capsized and regained consciousness. 
Life has been 
breathed...resurrected... I have dreamed, no! 
I have breathed (exhales) 
life into my dreams. Finally. 
Finally I am no longer an escape artist. An escapist of my 
dreams, of my fears, of failure, of rejection. Finally I am a dreamer 
realized. Recognized. No longer hospitalized. No longer imprisoned. 
I have done what was once thought impossible. I have set fire to my 
dreams. 
I have let them out and commanded, no! Demanded, that they roam 
free and wide and fierce! 
I have declared a revolution on my fears, An Evolution on my Dreams. 
I am free. I am free. Finally, I am me. 
  
-Y. Salmon   
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Thank you so much my dear!! This is really an honour :). Much hugs and love!!!
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