I woke up this morning
needing to feel the wind on my skin
needing an ocean to dive in.
Feeling like the life I’ve lived is a sin,
a crime against myself. The time
I use up, minutes to hours
turned into years full of fear,
trying so hard to steer
To go down one path, walking so fast,
blinders on
singing some stupid song.
I kept coming back here,
Face to face with an option to rise
To shrug off this accidental disguise
and guide myself
slowly, gently.
Following the moon and
drawing love TO me.
I won’t chase things that aren’t meant to be.
I am finally comfortable with being who I am, with
Taking a stand.
My voice is pure
no more back up singers
no more hate...

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