I see the sound of your expression bouncing in succession across our crimson walls
You’ve stood tall and smiled wide
Spinning stories where you tried to show that you are more than you were
And the skies have opened your eyes to the pain of obstructed light
There were musings of letting you soar and excel
Of instilling in you foundations of fortitude and awe
But instead you were fed abandonment, neglect and abuse three meals a day and
No one told you the truth: that you were made of the stars and they shone just for you
So you learned to kick dust in the faces of those not keeping paces with the sun
You shouted in crowds just to know it was possible
For your voice to rise above the din and chaos
The books filled with your scribbled ideas and truths became ladders to god
Having a voice had more to do with owning vocal chords than being heard
The louder ones extinguishing yours like a candle without oxygen
It’s no wonder paper and pen quickly became solace and friend
A past filled with tormented creatures
Unknowingly thrusting their agony upon your shoulders
You carried the boulders and eventually realized that they were not yours to bear
Impeded no more by the heavy burden of youth you discovered the sweetness of silence
Solitude became medicine and
People who listened with rapt attention, your sanctuary
Your broad chest a place from which to open arms wide
Letting life in, one heartbeat at a time
Informing the world that it’s OK to be alive
To occupy a planetary place with your existence
The dance floor continues to beckon us with her platform for growth
As we navigate the movement of our voices through each others worlds
And even with what you’ve been given
You are reconfiguring reality and rewriting your future
Carving Space out for your Self, one exquisite astral inch at a time
How is it that
One With the Sun 