I have permission to be quiet and still
to lay vertical on the earth below
allowing the song birds to sing me
into sweet reverie.

Swirling, I begin to dance
Flushed cheeks covered in thought kisses
from others I've tucked away
for moments like these.

I fall to my knees thanking him
for the hurt I allowed him to bring me,
and her, for the behind the back slurs.
I weave them into the blanket of lessons
I wrap around my bones,
giving myself comfort of the golden jewels
that were only wearing the masks of misfortune.

I choose Thanksgiving.

A moment from my heart, prompted by Liberated Lines.  Join the movement here.  #liberatedlines