Life, Poetry

fear

disconnect

my dearest friend
yet
my direst enemy

in my mind

i am

swirling arms
rising feet
stomping
bending
reaching
stretching

craving freedom

in breath
in taste
in touch

to be

brave
rebellious
sensual
mysterious

space to

steer course
stand at the bow
where my fears

are not so big

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