against the truth,
discovering more
of who I am,
freeing myself
of the shackles,
put on
by some imaginary
prison guard.
I am liberated, loved,
and singing songs
of freedom that
belong
not just to me
but the world.
I am laughing
at the follies
of life lived and
how I got here.
The smell of surrender
in my nose
is as sweet as a success.
I taste the grace
of gratitude
on my tongue
when I open
my mouth
wide enough
to exhale my words.
I see the beauty
of balance
playing delicately
between the
soul
and
afterlife.
The wonder of
being alive is the
blessing
as it
blesses.
