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Be Free

Be Free

Today, I know,
you want to be free,
free to be whom-ever
you want as an adoree.

So, today, while I lay
under the sun,
I’ve come to the conclusion,
that I just need to run,

Run, run away,
Run, run and be free,
free from the heartache,
the want of much more,
like the slaves,
back in the day,
always striving to be adored.

Does my heart want to run?
No, no way!
Does my soul want to be stay?
Yes, yes, it does.

But this is life,
life’s ups and downs,
You don’t always choose,
who you can keep under the sun.

I can walk away,
and be done with this run,
But what makes it so hard,
are the connections and fun!

Connecting Intellectually,
yes, can talk,
Physically is all,
encompassed to one:

You hold me,
like you’ll never let go.
You kiss me,
like I am only yours,
You touch me,
like I’m your one
and only.

But in the end,
It’s all just a game,
A game to me,
Just, so you can be free.

I get it,
I do,
You want to be free,
But when something is
special, is it not
so easy to see?

But, I am true.
True to you,
I don’t need to be free,
All I need is you!

I will be waiting,
When you choose to be true,
It can be fab,
Just me and you!

Imagine the smiles,
the laughs from within.
The all day kissing,
under the sun!

My friend, my friend,
forever my friend,
forever in sight,
forever in heart,
and in soul,

But today, I will run.



Have you ever felt it?
That pain in your heart?
That pressure in your head?
That uncertain feeling?

Well, we live among people.
Humans. Us. Men. Women.
We all mean well. 

People will shake your hand.

People will smile at you.

People will talk to you.

But, then I start thinking…..
I don’t believe people mean to be mean,
I don’t believe people mean to be rude,
I don’t believe people mean to hurt you.

But hurt happens.
People will be people.
Humans will be humans.

All People at the beginning,
always mean well.

You take their word.
You believe them.
You trust them.

That’s when everything SHATTERS!

It’s as if you just dropped your favorite drinking glass. 
That glass you bought at that one vintage store. 
You know, the one everyone wants. 
The one with Leah and Chubacka on it. 
It’s your prized possession. 
You do not let ANYONE drink out of it. 
Well, it’s as if it was a hot sweaty day, like today.
Your palms are sweaty.
You pick up your glass for a drink of water. 
And BAM, there in slow motion, it falls to the ground. 
It SHATTERS into teeny, tiny pieces. 

You don’t know what to do.
You don’t know what to think.
You stand there in shock!

You take a step back,
not because you’ll step on the teeny, tiny pieces of glass,
not because if you take a step, you’ll cut your foot and bleed like crazy,
BUT, you take a step back because it hurts.
Your heart hurts
Your chest hurts,
Your head hurts,
Your eyes hurt.

My Leah and Chubaka glass has been SHATTERED!!


I get my broom and begin to sweep UP,
I pick up each and every SHATTERED piece,
I lay each SHATTERED piece onto my bare hand,
Piece by piece,
until my hands are full,
Full of broken pieces.

Then I take a step,
A step under the night sky where the moon lives.
I say good-bye because my glass is broken.

My mouth curls up as if I am about to blow bubbles for a sweet child,
I blow onto my palm where my broken pieces lie.
I blow up to the sky,
where the moon and stars reside.
I blow all the broken pieces into the dark, starry night.

I release them up to nothingness,
I release them where they will diminish,
I release them where all the pain will be forgotten,
I release them where they shall float away,
I release them where my shattered pieces shall stay.