i will buy a thin white dress
that hangs on me too loosely
and wear it all weekend
i will lie in the garden,
sleep in the soil,
and bake in the sun
to smell like the flowers.
i will dance in the rain,
watch the lightning in awe,
shake with longing in the thunder
to lose my fury in the storm.
i will swallow big orange clouds
and chase them with bent rainbow.
anyone who will taste me
will taste the newness of season's change.
i will breathe and walk gently
give smiles free like kisses
and will myself not to soak in
the broken memories and feelings.
i will meditate until dawn
wearing only love thinly
and give myself to the sun
so the night cannot have me.
i will exhale the screams and pain
because i need to let love and whispers in.
i can't let myself go on living
in a past that i regret.
i will sing until my lungs become brand new
and write until my fingertips glow.
i'm giving my soul to ink and paper
because i need to become poetry.