Step out

Step outside of tendencies.

‘It’s my normal state’, ‘it’s who I am’, ‘I am likely to be…’.

My soul, my being is not naturally,

Anxious, reserved, worrisome, not carefree,

No, that’s assigned to me, by society.

Yet I hold onto those restrictive qualities.

Why am I petrified of stepping outside the marking,

Of discovering, acknowledging her and truly seeing me?

Is it a fear of overexposure, of vulnerability?

There to be laughed at, humiliated?

Humiliator and humiliatee.

The power is mine, the only private ownership I’ll have in this lifetime when it comes to society.

If I hold the power, it’s means I’m not giving it away, I am the possessor, albeit uncomfortably.

I’ll tend to my inner sanctuaries,

Enjoy the blossom, not fearful for once of my seasonality.