I will rise….
Distant sunrise, cool morning breeze,
above the clouds, I rise with ease.
Like Ironman flying, I rise above,
Seeing those that have passed, my heart fills with love.
Gone is the weight of daily drama,
Which one is better, Bush, Reagan or Obama?
I will rise, here souls have no gender, doctrine , origin, or race,
no conflict, hatred, color of face.
Time as we know it, does not exist, social media likes, or media twists.
I will rise, becoming stardust, from whence I came, free of life’s burdens, only love, no shame.
I will rise.
Written for Flash Fiction Challenge hosted by Charli. Based on the photo prompt, write in 99 words(no more, no less) Thanks Charli.