We all carry some damages inside,
Sometimes our spirit paralysed,
Sometimes our soul crushed
Sometimes our wings clipped
But it is not the damages that make us.
It is how like dust we rise,
How we find new wings,
How we strengthen the spirit
the way we deepen our soul.
That takes us through
the often tumultous
mostly wonderful
journey called
Life.

There is a place in my mind
where I live with a joyous abandon.
where the silver skyline
breaks the dreary darkness.
where my thoughts fly
undeterred and
unchained
like a free, spirited bird.
where my soul knows
no boundaries.
Where sunshine mingles
with cold, comforting breeze.
where race just means running
And where colour is just another hue
There is a place in my mind
A place called hope.