Surely this isn’t me
the girl who owned
the night before her
and stood alone
completely unrestrained
by insecurity.

Surely this isn’t me
the girl who laughed
in delight
knowing only
the smallest fear
of the empty air
in between.

Surely this isn’t me
the girl-like warrior
with feet bare
and a loose brick
hurtling through the air
at tail and teeth.

Surely this isn’t me
the girl inprisoned
by barrier
a vice-grip
of social normality.

The Observed

It must feel wrong
when someone remarks
how well you’re getting along
Ablaze, your thoughts rage
with protest
and unseen-
your heavy heart sinks
sinks, sinks
as the depths
of your anguish
engulf that calm moment
you were bouyant, present
without focus, without pain
until stirred by the memory
and swallowed by the shame.


May you wake without the ache
and be a stranger to the reservation
smothering positive expectation
May your spirit carry on the wind
and ride the gentle stream
may your heart, buoyant,
light and unburdened
Dare -once more- to dream.

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