On Arrival
(Part III)
And yet part of me weeps
For the little losses.
The ideas of what should be.
The boxes with people inside.
Part of me feels afraid
To live this life without walls
This freedom seems to send
Me mad with Expanse.
Part of me scoffs
My little fears,
But mostly my fears
Are me.
Take me, so I can Be.
Break me, so I can Be.
Push me, so I do not stand.
Suffocate me, so I do not breathe.
Hurt me, so I do not Hurt.
Crush me, so I can not see.
Fill Me, so there is no me.
Erase me, so there can be Me.
Silence. Love.
The Pulse of Beauty.
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