taking shape
back in the valley
venturing down from the mountains
and away from the ocean
its all so close
yet it is still a valley, a bubble
the darkness reigns unintentionally
be sure to wear your Sunday best
pain on your mask
and join the congregation
its what you do
no harm, the don’t know any different
they all just need love too
so fit in enough…
then slowly but surely
help them see with love…
by just being who i am
who you are
who they are
who we are
back in a time
where values are antiquated
old fashioned ways
conservatism
outward appearances
singing at the pews
wasn’t ever really from here
i just spent time
my time, i needed to learn
i can survive
i must know one extreme
to experience the other
i have to know senseless order
to have perfect chaos
intentional freedom
i must know the mold
to break from it
it isn’t my mold
that is utterly clear
as i find myself back here
taking things on as our own…
by releasing ourselves of who we were in the past and also releasing family members of who they were in the past, we are all allowed to move on in a peaceful manner… the more i hold them to who i think they used to be they do the same… i know i am different and i realize its a breath of fresh air to have a person, even moreso, a family member, come in with fresh eyes… always changing, constantly changing… them, us, we… all… allowing the moment to be… and it is a joyous one when i come with fresh eyes and a heart of love…