This space. Doubt filled challenging what is right. A father teacher and guide. His voice an echo strong forbearing. Solemn. What is right his truth. A mother’s guilt. Inside my head a desire to escape the noise the path that I have taken wanton to explore what lays dormant unfulfilled unexplored. My purest desires. I want to sing. Let me soar lend my voice to the angels carry me high in their wings freedom is mine. Dare I?
I want. I need. I feel. Who cast their stones on freedom, of choice? A path divergent a whisper of denial. Judging me scorning me. A false god his pedestal crumbles swallowing his righteousness showing his reality releasing me from his tenacious hold. Let me be. Who judges me?