Do you ever just want to walk away?
Pick a direction and go there?
To leisurely stroll away from your life and the weight of their expectations
No more “Mom where is this? Or that?”
No more “Child of mine, here are the rules of the burden you pay back for the birthing”
No more “I love you, conditionally. You know when it suits me to remember.”
No more clueless onlookers, trying to pantomime your life without the backdrop of your experience
No more helpful hints on how to become the type of fucked up that is acceptable
‘Cause you know, acceptably shallow, disrespectful, but boisterous is a goal now a days
Do you ever just want to say “Screw this.’
Pick your direction and go there?
The South west looks good from my window
The little space between the bars of the cage of circumstance
That has become the life I no longer recognize
This wasn’t in my roadmap to happiness
And I wake up nights breathless
Heart trying to escape my chest
As if the girl I was when I started this journey is still in there
Desperately clawing at me
Begging for an escape cause the voice in my head are getting louder
This humdrum monotone of budget’s gone wild
And meal plans impossible, while balancing in the cutthroat kitchen of the so-called sisterhood of the “strong”.
Pushing knowledge like a drug pusher when the “Just say No” campaign was at its peak
Cause folks, like it or not we fight hard to stay ignorant
I want to pick my direction and go there
To have nothing to hear but my footfall
One in front the other, right, left, right, left
Till I hit water
And make a nest for myself in sand warmed by the sun now setting
To settle in on edge of possibility and focus…fully
On the burnt orange, indigo, purple, yellow , golden fringed with royal blue
That endless summer feel of almost night time
To feel the last of Rah’s touch on my face as he retreats to let his queen take over
Mother moon bless me, blessed be,
I’ll open my circle to your power and let you guide your child till Beltane moon and harvest time.
Dancing wild before the shifting sea
No thoughts of going further
Just free of their expectations
Free of their indignation