Freedom Allowance

It's not you I lust.
It's not me you desire.

Acceptance is our mask.
Forever searching
what truthful eyes hide behind.

The brick coverings placed one above the next,
slowly imprisoning ourselves behind.

To accept love is to let love enter.
Make space by clearing out.


What need is a possession?
What purpose does it hold?


We cocoon ourselves with our own failures.
Waiting for a rescue.
How blind we are to our own strength,
our own determination.
Living our hell is numbing.

What is actual joy if we never allow ourselves to laugh?
What is actual pain if we have to inflict the hurt ourselves?

Loss is good,
ownership lifted.
Allowed freedom.

Let it go and fly.

Wanted & Welcome

Although we may speak the same tongue and wear similar markings,
that does not make you me and me you.

We are separated by our heritage,
by our intellect,
by our choices.

I represent myself as diverse and ever changing.
Never wanting to stay in one sense too long.
My chameleon skin translucent,
my body a mystery.

One thing is seen,
another lived.

My bird like reflexes make me take flight at a panicked notion.
Fly free young heart and find a new place to slumber.

Un-race that frightened heart
and breathe deeply for you have reason to keep your feet upon this soil.

You have reason to make marks on this earth.

You are wanted and welcome.