Purge

Teeming with glee,

the rare first light,

echoed on my face,

in ripples of relief.

As though someone

just took a heavy bag

off my shoulders.

I no longer care to be

contained within a belief.

Far into unnamed distances,

an ocean of green grass,

flows uninterrupted,

to kiss the edge of the sky.

I now run free.

For my thoughts are at rest,

when they wander so aimlessly.

With a few clean sheets of paper

and a newly quieted mind,

I write myself happy.

PhotoCredits : Krish Nair