Maybe it's time to be scared in a new way
I won't write about you...
I won't write about you...
I'm going to step out of this life book
where authorship has been delegated to those
that don't know me tell me that they know what's best
I long to fall into the dark space between stars and let
their light fill me up once more with luminescence
nullify the time that marked me as no one
Say goodbye to those that stripped me of my power
in my youth
those who left me orphan to love
to understanding and forgiveness
erase the iridescent crayon that left
unimaginable stain
Simply breathe again without guilt or regret
capture the space that is mine
be here fully alive without the ache of heart
and hard core shell of Ashe
Can you love me just enough so I know this journey
wasn't a complete waste ?
If not
I won't ask permission to become the butterfly
that you want to kill
Breaking free of fear, of being held in the vices of how others see us. That's not easy to do. Everyone wants to belong, to be at ease to be accepted. Sadly not always the case. If you understand this then when you are ready to break free from your personal chrysalis, spread your wings take flight. Freedom is yours when you are ready. Thanks for reading. Much love, Vanessa
