Dreams Are Not Concerned

TodayToday i am immune to negativityimmune to the concept that laughter is a foreign languageAnd joy can only be shaken forward through a forbidden tongueToday i embrace the windThe fragrance captured in the leavesThe orange tanginess of lemon drops The moments smoky with soft kisses and stolen glancesToday i embrace the questionsAnd challenge the doubtsMy head aches from over thinking the lines and rhythms and confines of this poemKeeping me tucked away from the issues and shades of grayToday over thinking is a mysteryAnd my hips are exactly the shape and size they should beBecause today, finally, i am walking in the fullness and liberty of joy