I am my own forever.
though everything seems to tell me that
I am not,
I am.
Born out of time,
shaped by circumstance;
it seems I owe myself to things not
of myself.
And yet I am my own,
forever.
I like the relativity of human existence!
Am I
alone, then?
Every moment away from you
gives me strength to face you again.
Although withdrawal from you
Is sometimes hard,
it liberates.
Am I my own?
It doesn't do to question
Come dance on the beach with me,
Come laugh in the sand, and feel
the divinity of skin
lit by flame.
Come do this and I shall know
That you love me.
We are born of the earth,
We shall know it's breath as our own,
Feel it's throbs as the beat of our heart,
See the course of our blood as an echo
Of something eternal.
Rejoice in the need,
Love the submission.
Only through imperfection
Can perfection be attained.