I dreamed of a bright

blue horizon

where I screamed

into the wind

and no longer

tethered my

hope to

myself

.

I dreamed of a yellow bloom

swaying freely

where a small buttercup

was my

only companion

no longer

trying to

be stronger

than the sun

.

I dreamed of it all

and remembered

my feet

my shoes

my path

my journey

to a land unknown

inside of my mind

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This poem was written after the first two weeks in quarantine. I think you can really feel my desire to run away from everything. I am thankful to have seen this year through and hope to continue to lean into that idea that my strenghth does not have to come from myself. Photo by Ant Rozetsky on Unsplash.

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Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital.