Oh autonomy
I long for the peace of decisions
That no one gets to make
But me
I dream of the day
My voice matters
Not as a placation
But as a postulate
I wonder
When I am grown
And I have "lived"
Will they listen to me?
Will the world heed my whispers
And shouts
And cries
But
have I not lived even now?
And loved to my core
Felt happiness spill over from my soul
Dwelled in sadness black as tar
And wept real tears that shook my real heart
Am I not real yet?
Not real enough
Let me say yes
Or no
Or maybe
Let my uncertainty be ok
And let my decisions be enough
Let my word determine my world
Can I stay in
Or go wherever I please
Can I drive all night
Until I reach a conclusion
Or peace of mind
Can I eat
And buy
And watch and listen
Can I say and feel and go and do
Can I
Can I stop asking whether or not
I can
I don't want to answer to you
Or anyone else
I don't want to owe you
Or feel silenced
because you do so much for me
And I love you
But I love me too
And I feel as if
I'm always choking on the words I can't say
Cut my strings
Let me dance
Not for you
Or for peanuts
Let me dance because I feel
And I dream
And I live
And I am real
Let me feel real
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Down The Road
PoesiaMy mind is a complicated place, and I understand it a whole lot better through writing. Here are a few conversations I've had with myself, maybe you'll find it speaks to you too.
