The Root Of It





I see the problem here

It is the choking fear

Of not being accepted

The panic of being rejected

That has me living on the apologetic line

Forsaking the right that is mine

The freedom to be myself

Withholding the gift, the wealth of self

From friend, or lover I approach in stealth

Carefully leaning in

cautiously gleaning

Crumbs from the table

Believing the fable

That if they don’t think me lovely

No one to blame but me



I want to live free

I want to be me without the debris

Of fear

Without the dregs of care

I want to give me

I want to give me without the worry

Of rejection

Without the poison of election

I want to be free

Lord set me free

Free me from this bondage of mind

So I will not push away the sweet the kind

That you send my way.


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