The dam that kept me under control broke
The water spilled through and look what happened
The destruction of what I was told was meant to be
Became
grass,
flowers,
trees.
Don’t tell me that the dam was for my own good
You may like the desert but
I like the woods.
.
Let the daisies softly carpet what once was rough and barren
Let the trees offer their cool shade
Let the water flow into each living thing like a second breath
.
If you want to save my soul
Give it life
not
death.
I keep thinking about what the future will be like
But more than that,
What I want it to be like.
I don’t know if I believe in manifesting,
but I believe in choices.
.
Life is not always choosing between certain paths because every once in a while you arrive at a seashore.
From there you can take a boat where there are no bounds.
You just trust that deep down in your soul you are connected to the water that keeps you floating.
The great Mother that rocks you to and fro
will bring you to a place
no one has been
and you will feel you have arrived
home.
I love you little galaxy,
Tiny stars across this tiny cosmos.
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