Waiting to Be

 

Someone I am is waiting for this moment,

Waiting for the courage to be.

Someone I saw is waiting to let go,

To plunge, to fall—escape the fear to be free.

 

Someone I was in so many images past

Floats like dusty ghosts pulling, grasping

At me, begging to give them life that lasts,

To sweep me back into reruns of rundown stories.

 

Someone is here now—was there yesterday,

But there was too much noise—I could not see.

That someone is all there is,

And so I let go and fall into me.

 

 

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