No mask to wear, no part to play,
No need to chase the light of day.
No line to walk, no race to run—
Just be the sky, the breeze, the sun.
No voice to hush, no truth to hide,
No shame to hold, no pain to bide.
Like rivers flowing to the sea,
At last, I’m whole. At last, I’m me.
No fences built by doubt or fear,
No clock to chase the yesteryear.
Each breath I take, each moment free,
Unfolds the right to simply be.
Not more, not less, not bound by name,
Not ruled by praise, not burned by blame.
I rise, I fall—I float, I see—
And that’s enough: to just be me.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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