Ponds, Puddles, and Potions

Into the Puddles
And out of the Pond
The exuberance filled
Like chocolate milk
To the brim.

To be
Only to be
With freedom
That I tasted
In every drawn breath

And harsh realities
Only existed
In shadows
Beneath the fallen covers
Under the bed.

When sunshine felt like sunshine
And wind felt like wind
Because it didn’t have to mean
Anything at all

I was a wizard
Crafting potions
Slinging spells
Of laughter
Smiles
And Love.

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