Tonight I’m embracing the unknown with arms wide open.

How long has it been since I last sat with my pen and paper, allowing my wild, reckless voice to guide this hopeless dreamer’s heart?

Don’t ever believe the Good Lord above leaves your side because that’s the moment you might miss the feeling of his hands wrapping round to pick you up and carry you.

The music playing in the living room sings a little sweeter, the chords drawing you out to the dance floor. Twisting, turning, the young girl you forgot existed-swirling in circles.

The dimples that cross my face creasing deeper than I can remember.

The open horizon I look out upon promises me more than the eye can ever see.

I am free.