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This Morning.

 

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I woke this morning feeling as though,

I could be anything!

I can do anything!

I could rise!

I could be something other than this person

caught in someone else’s dream,

sharing someone else’s story

needing someone else’s approval

to dance, to write, to sing, to feed.

I could feel the blue release of this epiphany

I could swallow patterns

that no longer served and release.

This morning the embers within my core glowed yellow,
with a smidgeon of orange.

This morning I usurped that pragmatist,

wearing my clothes,

and walking my in my shoes.

This morning I lost count of the days

before last night’s end,

before I uttered intentions and wrote them down.

I wrote them, changed them, and crossed them out.

All the while, my voice kept egging me on.

She became a nag and harassed me in the quiet,

She knew it was time!

She knew it was time!

Then I received what I implored!

A blade to cut tethers which held me,

and dreams to inspire,

dreams to drift,

and locations which depend only on me.

Upon my own pace…

upon my own my desire.

I woke up this morning with insight

into my own life,

and with the tools to burn my baggage…

Set me free!

*****

 

{Rebelle Daylight.}

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