Free

In my minds eye I often picture a place. A place I think I am ment to be. It is a ghost, a phantom that haunts my dreams, but isn't really there. Where it is I know not, the distance I can't comprehend. Yet, I know I need to find it or I will never be whole; never be free to breathe deeply and feel the satisfaction of truely belonging. The weight of it presses upon me stunting my growth, how I long to reach this place so I may stand tall, shoulders back and head held high. I wish to breath in the perfection that it holds. When I get there I will reclaim my lost self, and smile as the sun shine on me knowing that at last I am truly free.