.

Perfect. Freedom.

two words given to me. what will i do with them...

what will it look like?

how will it reach me?

what will i be like?

will it be permanent?

will i take it?

cos by the way, it is up to me.

...

last night, you hit me.

i clenched my fist,

as she had her hand on my heart,

and arm around my shoulders,

she spoke these words, over and over,

the tears were pouring as i closed my eyes,

i had my head down,

i was scared to step forward,

i heard it, i think i wanted it,

i was just frozen,

because i didnt actually know how to recieve.

or respond

but i heard the words,

they are for me, and it fits,

i want to be still,

and know,

that i can be,

in this perfect freedom.