..that
freedom knows your name
or
the small body still lingers,
clinging
to the rails of any support
offered,
when a new day opens
your
old eyes
that
know, you've done this before
and
that this opening of eyes
is
why you're here.
Remember
how sometimes you woke
forgetting,
stumbling out of bed
for
that nourishment
just
to know you had arrived,
just
to make sense
of
one more day.
And
when your mold was set
to
the shape of approval,
then
you had time
to
explore.
Although
you forgot
for
a while
believing
the die was cast..
until
you were reminded
there
were other more natural shapes
of
things in your world.
Ah,
yes, that day
you
remember.
~Candali
Poetstory 2012
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