Who?
Who am I?
The question of the moment.
Who do I choose to be?
The reality of the question of the moment.
I feel like rediscovering me.
I feel like laughing out loud to a joke no-one but me can hear – in a crowded bus. I feel like throwing off my shoes, my socks, and digging my toes down into the soft, damp earth; wrinkling my nose as the squelchy sensation tickles my soul. I feel like dancing like a wild woman; locs, arms, legs flailing to a beat only I can sense.
I am a Leader. So says my Highest Self.
And I no longer doubt.
I turn and bow my head to receive the crown of Love; humbled and empowered; silenced and joyous.
And as I rise up, again. As the Queen of Queen’s, I turn.
And see.
Are you all crowned with me.
And we continue to rise; finally knowing that we have never ceased to be.
That I whisper, is who I wish to be…
simply
me…
simply
free…
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