I am so free to be me!

I am so free to be me! by God'sNoella featuring vintage inspired jewelry

"Today you are you, that is truer than true. There's no one alive who is youer than you." -Dr. Suess

Max Lucado said something like...be you because you are the only you there is. If you don't bring it (what you have to offer the world), it won't be brought.

Lord, help me to be the -me- You created. Not the -me- I created.

Oh, sweet New Mexico!

Arizona, I miss you; Yes, I truly do. 

But arriving in my city was the best adventure, too.

Hours and hours in the car was a breeze;

But arriving to my city was a happy bittersweet.

You see, Arizona, your cactus & heat;

Were just what I needed with your oranges so sweet.

But once my eye caught onto my own city town,

I was happy to listen to the joy of that sound.

Those sweet purple mountains, sitting up above,

Was a gentle reminder of the place that I love.

Those happy giant dirt hills were a reminder to me, 

That the sweet New Mexico mountains are really a happy sight to see.

Oh, sweet Arizona.

Off to the place of sweet getaways; 

making memories from a simple taste of days.

Hours of stiff sleeping sleepy-time dreams, 

are what help me to open the getaway me's.

Evergreens stand with their tall bodies still;

Sky's and mountains and sun upon each hill.

Arriving to this place and that place was wild;

Hoping to pick a sweet orange was mild.

I gazed on the one who became my blooded other;

The one who makes tastys, the great chef my brother.

Way deep down under the blue pool of bliss,

Was just as magnificent as a sour lemons kiss.

Then a place of great food which was made in old days,

Let us remember, which I thought in a daze.

Here we were at a shop of the deer,

No room for a pool or a tired girl here.

Two million trees were the sight from the eye;

Simple yet perfect which gave a sweet sigh.

And now it was time to dine in a forest;

The thunder & lightning did not leave us borest.

"Happy Birthday to you," they sang with a smile;

We'll have to cry later, or maybe in a while.

A kiss from the heat on a soft December night,

left me in a dress that was a soft golden white.

Play me that song, that one of the sona;

Come back again, oh sweet Arizona!

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This poem is a little taste of what I tasted in Arizona! Just a few things I experienced & saw.
It was a great trip.
I hope you understand the weird meanings behind the words!