chrysalis

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children become parents and haven’t any tools
repressed, constricted people, teaching in our schools
my joyful self is murdered, keeping all their rules

no space. or freedom. to simply be
no way to know what is truly me
always need to earn their love. nothing comes for free

this. was the old paradigm
tides are finally shifting. long past time

a chrysalis. i have melted. liquefied my form
now beginning to emerge. brilliantly out of norm

dropping all pretense, rigidity and fright
stepping into Sovereignty. empowered by right

the chosen dance is different. inspired and free
with open, loving, welcoming arms I now return to me.