Sovereignty

 
what is liberation to you

he asked with all sincerity
no explanation
left it to my own translation
as it should be
with all things pertaining to me

it's his way
nudging me into introspection
barest hint of any direction
where it takes me...
always unknown

I alone know the map of my mind
& each forray shows him more insight
into the maelstrom that is...Willow
he wants to ride the thermals
not lasso the storm

so...
I feel liberation in its purest form
when I have the freedom
to do what's best for me
despite how it looks...from outside

a wide open sky...clear or cloudy
...for my wings to find their beat
solid earth for my weary feet
some semblance of stabilty...
to land upon at flight's end

a willing canvas
upon which my vibrant colors
...can spread &  saturate
displaying my unorthodox beauty
in its most undiluted state

uncluttered space
...to articulate
lines scribed on unfilled page
where anything added externally
...complements me

because when all is said & done...

who I am will always be gifted
to those who enhance my existence
who revel in my growth
& encourage self-exploration
for them...
I'll be sharing what I learn as I go
& standing guard for those I love

after all...
I am & forever will be...
...a nurturing giver




truth...