9 Apr 2023
The Sun has risen on the East again
But I am not the same.
Who I AM is no longer who you tell me to be.
The picture in the mirror.
The person you see.
I AM who I want to be.
I look the same, but something stings.
The smell of spring blossom brings
A question to your mind.
“Who are you
To speak your truth?
You don’t play games.
You bear the fruit.
You show me things
I need not see.
The fear is planted
Deep in me.
Don’t you see?
This is who we are
Go back.
Don’t question.
Don’t argue now.
Just keep low,
and follow. “
Yet here I stand.
So clear as day.
Let what comes,
Come my way.
My mind my own,
and I believe,
That life is good.
I’m not naive.
The things that go,
Only make way
For better things,
here to stay.
My fears, I see.
My truth, I own.
The stories just
stories forlorn.
Born again.
My soul is free.
You can no longer control me.
I am who I always was.
And now I will always be.
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