Life is a Wiggle

If You May

Forgiveness isn't to be asked for

For forgiveness is meant to be given.

There is no quota to be filled

No guidelines to folow

No expectations to meet.

Only one requirement--

Happiness.

Ever elusive, ever slipping...

Gone forever, if you admit defeat.

Why bother kindling a flame?

One has already been ignited

You may have to search for that candle

Hidden in a burning furnace of

Smoke and mirrors

Insecurites with mirages attached

To their fingertips.

Swallowed whole by the enormity of

What else caught on fire.

Mourn not over forgotten ashes

The wind will take care of those.

Step forward, leap!

Dance ahead,

Passionate pas de deux

With recklessness.

Wild with promise

Giddy with liberty

Blooming with certainty.

Arrogance is a vice

--but only through connotation.

Confidence is not.

Perhaps to some,

But not to me.

If your feet have broken,

You may still fly.

If your wings have been clipped,

You may still sing.

If you have no voice,

You may still smile.

Smile for me,

I smile for you.

I'll carry you

Lend you my wings

Whisper to you

What is meant to be heard.

Drown in nostalgia,

Choke on reminiscence,

You will, I know you will.

But let me guide your feet

Teach them to tread the waves,

Let the current sweep you away

So that you may feel the sand in your hair

The wind in your face

The heart in your chest

When you wake.

-October G.