When you are ready—it will feel more natural than breathing
it’s a choice, but so often, we can’t accept
what we have inside.
It takes time, to adjust to an eruption
to the shaking, quaking, easiness
of an explosion.
It doesn’t seem fair—that the fairies are near
though—you’ve been believing and whispering
for such a long time
the formula, is your changing mind—
the distance that must be traveled on waiting footsteps.
All your joy, was there, before you began
you have gone beyond permission
beyond easiness, and false obstacles
beyond rain, umbrellas, and warm rooms
You were playing with excuses, like mental blocks in your mind
Now, the sun inside your head
is the made-up language
you say to yourself—
a beautiful day, in every way
regardless of whether