Wing
I gave it all up.
The need to be together and soft
The need to have it together and be tough.
I gave it up!
That a woman should be this way.
And a man this.
“Fulfill your longings, purpose for future”
Everyone says this is the path,
I cannot find it.
Does it matter if I package myself in
The most usual way?
If I must lock up myself inside to accomplish love?
Love is most true
At its worst moment
Who is there?
Here I am
I may lose friends
I’m finally ok with that.
The reducing of myself
The complexity of holding up the world
My world
It’s not my world. Silly!
I gave it up.
No one has to understand.
They don’t have to figure out why it’s hard
To be
Aggressive woman
Yearning woman
It’s not proper for woman to be too much?
But it’s part of me
I won’t fight anymore
I give it up
The need for outcome
I want to sing with the morning
And dance with stars
Croon over newborn glory
Change the world
Fight injustice
Nurture change
Lose myself
Who can tell?
Which desires will endure the fire?
It doesn’t matter
The worthy ones will come forth as gold
Worry less, worry less
Sing with the dawn
Let go
Let go
Let go
Photo by Zachary Bedrosian