Journey

Journey

I decided to try writing an acrostic - where the first letter of each line spells out a word relevant to the subject matter.

Jumping up with sudden determination
Opening the door wide, accepting its invitation
(Unlike me to eschew prevarication!)
Relishing the freedom and glorious fresh air
Now I am moving, not stuck in my chair
Every step takes me nearer towards a huge smile
You should embrace spontaneity every once in a while. 

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