peacock

I love the peacock. It is one of my favorite animals. I loved it when it spared his winds. A feeling of freedom. The way it shows its beautiful colors. I wish I were a peacock. So I can spend my wing and fly. We bright color. To show how I feel. Because the words won't come out. To be free to be. That is how I think when my motion comes out. I get the same feeling when I write—a piece of freedom. But I have to learn how to fly. So I can spread my wing high. Look at my past. To see how far I go. Pray that I do fall. Who will be there to catch? No one because I won't fall. I am a strong woman. Because I teach myself to be strong. God has me all the time. I have it all the time. But I didn't trust myself. Now I am teaching myself to fly high. I want to spend my wind. Show the real me because no one knows this side of me. It is a gift from god. But the past holds me down. Too many clouds on the day. I see things in black and white. But I want to see something bright in the world. I am ready to spread my wing and fly. You will see all the bright, beautiful colors. By now, I will like what I see. I can see things so clearly. I did taste the water. Then I pushed back—an affair of falling because I took a step out of m