while I might see the reflection of this in you,
this poem is really about me breaking free.
unreasonable expectations for perfection
continue to plague me.
to not mis a step, nor a beat, to remain
always on my feet, like a good soldier.
I can give you the world,
yet for myself I continue to put myself
down for my needs. second-hand love
for myself does not leave me replete.
like a ragdoll tossed in the wind,
I find myself face down in the mud
again and again.
dusting off seems my greatest skill, again
climbing up the seemingly endless hill.
the value I see in the trees, the move of the breeze.
learning to live it, breathe it
and see it even in me.
with each breath in
I choose to love me,
with each breath out,
I learn again to be free.
Lighting the match
I watch as I burn down the
Expectations that keep me de-elevated,
de-valued and de-pressed.
Washing the ashes down the drain.
Once again, I can my freedom re-claim.
Breaking free of my self-imposed cage
Keeps me from dying in the feelings of rage.
Breathing into the new space,
I now can return to the warmth of the sun,
With grace in my heart
and a smile on my face.