Again I've come the horizon, there's a lovely storm before me. Its about time the rain washed away the casual mundane. Next storm, next step, next unknown. With each breath of time the stretches from one moment to the next I can feel myself growing a little stronger, more confident and sure. I am unafraid, I am ready, I want to change and grow and learn and strive, and never quit.
I missed the fullness of spirit that came with the desire to grow, to be myself.
I am myself, I am ready, let the storm come.