Surely this is the year
We put our skins of fear aside
They are already well flayed and comfortable to wear
And step into
Shoes that do not yet fit
But if we hold on
Shaking in place
Tempted to turn and run
Back to the oppressive we know so well
If we learn to be
This new size
These new shoes
Lending us the necessary dexterity
To skip away from excuses
Vanquish the tendency
To think we only have
One tread
One mark on this Earth
And cannot instead
Inherit the wind
We stay in that diminished moment
Growing cold though the sun shines
You have to satisfy yourself
Fill in the edges
Pick your ink
Color the world
You have to lift yourself up
Nobody else can love you as much
From the cradle to the grave
There’s one friend who won’t leave
If you learn to stop hating yourself
Movement
Is an elixir
Be it in your arms
The first time we danced
Or from your house
The last time I looked back
And as we leave pieces of ourselves
Like a photo album of torn skin
We are surely moving forward
Learning again
The lightness
Of being