Flying high....

I was ignorant to the strength in me, 
while my past was making me agree,

Though so rough, All so tough,

It was all a blur with an extra fur.

At a point where all was gloomy,

And my heart was extremely achy,

I decided to leave that way,

Which made my soul to obey.

And the days started to fly,
Showing me all the colors at a high.
With my heart and soul together,
Putting to my hat the happiness feather.

I was always a happy spirit,
With shades of me being all fearless.
I had left the gloomy me,
Far behind where my sorrows had to plea.

I aspire to fly,
Making my dreams, my wings,
To take me high...!!