Cutting a Hole to the Sky

The day will come
when you cut a hole to the sky,
ripping aside the old rough-hewn walls,
refusing to be a prisoner any longer,
when you will sing your truth
in a voice wholly your own,
cut from your moorings
and allowed to love and be loved,
your voice filling the air,
filling your heart,
crying out the joy of your escape
and you rise and join the clouds,
become a chameleon,
a shape changer without apologies
for anything, and everything
you are.

About this poem

The moment we give ourselves permission to be wholly who we are…. is magical.

Tom