We don’t often get the real thing.
Or allow ourselves to be vulnerable while at peace.
Often we’re told to keep our chin up.
To stand up straight, and don’t ask questions.
Often we’re told lies.
Boy don’t speak out of turn.
Missy know your place.
It’s when we answer fearful calls.
It’s when we ask the harder questions.
It’s when we choose to be defiant,
to be honest with ourselves,
it’s when we find our truth sincere
that we start to become most vulnerable.
Then, and only then
will we allow ourselves that peace,
the piece that we’ve been missing,
that feels so familiar, so simple, so pure.
So much so that pure feels like a dirty word.
It’s this peace we can deny our whole lives over,
or accept that we’re a match
ready and willing to burn ourselves alive—
just to get the real thing.