Wreck

I chose the field instead of a mansion.

An open blue sky instead of the safety of a ceiling.

Laying on overgrown grass, I wish I could melt into the invisible.Golden sunlight washes my face and to anyone not knowing, I am a blessed man.

Butterflies ,and dragonflies float in the air.

A soft breeze touches me and I don’t wish for forever.

A bench nearby waits for me being seated, but my exterior stands tall.

I am a wreck.

I am free.