Fierce and Free... a poem by Veronica Farmer

Change is as good as a rest
they say
and yet
it always used to feel terrifying
and not remotely restful
It used to lead me to heart banging discomfort
mental anguish
or high breathing
the rabbit in the headlights blank stare

Not now
Not anymore

Now I am free

I feel myself warm
at how the day twists and turns
All I have to do is dance with it
that's all
and the mind has no room to resist

I have found that seriousness
is the enemy 
to joy
Instead of hurry-upping my children
I tickle them and sing wild songs

They like a crazier mother

I had to be brave enough
to allow all of my passion
to be present
To speak of my truth
and be ok with that wildness
in this appropriate world

I can't go back
and squash myself 
into that jack-in-the-box once more
of a tidily spoken well behaved
good girl

Life is too rare
and precious
to waste
to not say
All The Things
and Be just who I am

Every infinitesimal moment
is there
to be sublimely explored
such a waste
to miss moments
or not be true to my own heart and body
or wait
for a better time
a safer time to get real

I love this freedom
out of the cocoon
wings fierce and wide
concerned no more
with how others may be confronted
by their size

The delicious self
under the bones and skin
playful, silly and real
free from the carefully crafted prison 
of society's normal
offers true expression
a Life alive..

​I am now living.

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