You don’t define me,

Confine me,

Fold up my hopes

And press my dreams

So they fit into your box.

Neat lines aren’t my song.

Each judgment a nail

Sealing my coffin,

And my mouth,

You hope.

But I was made for more,

Much more.

more hoping

more dreaming

more doing

As I open my sails

and cast for the

Great Unknown,

The adventure of life abundant,

Wind at my back,

Joy filling my lungs,

I laugh freely

That you ever thought

I was meant a bit part,

Stage left,

As you stole the show.

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