Traveling the Grasslands

 I dream of Africa

my head in a cloud

after a night of darkness

I awaken to bursting light

I am a traveler always on a quest

I will not let baggage weigh me down

I will conquer my doubts and fears

possessing a free spirit a nomad

dressed in zebra skin,  a wild horse

of the savanna , untamed  I roam

amidst tall blades of the grasslands

trusting my intuition and instincts

each step a part of the journey
my head held high

I am a survivor..

Magpie Tales #253