freedom ii

to find yourself in an unreality
that keeps being woven by all
those surrounding you.

this is a declaration
of no longer having the quilt
be repeatedly pulled over your head.

since – it might be a shock to hear –
you are not delirious with the fever
they maintain,

but only
have an infinite fervor
for the richness of life.

freedom

born with a dancer’s delicateness,
you thin ankles and birdlike feet
were always too ready
to just fly away.

as if you could not let the divinity
in you permeate your whole body,
to reach down to the soles
of your feet, to be stood in.

there will always be those who
are too afraid of the ones who
generate too much electricity.
but this is not something to keep
to yourself, and it is not something
that can be easily stolen out
from underneath you.

the safe haven you preciously maintain
to travel back and forth to and from
needs to be the wings, excavated,
that flees you not from yourself
or your experience,
but from this nest you’ve found yourself in.
after all, your true fear
is that you really just might be able to.

absolute freedom

absolute freedom

as if to blend in with your surroundings

makes it so that you could more easily live.

as if making gentle creaks on wooden floors

threatens the exposure of your neediness.

needs to be heard and to be present and to be held

up by something like the ground and the earth.

as if that is just too much to ask: to just be alive.

you need more than believing your un-weight

will naturally bring more rightness than wrong.

you deserve more than tiptoeing the lines

between self-starvation and absolute freedom.

 

-g