Your soul knows a flow that goes and goes.
Don’t clog the channel with chattering doubt
and the downward tug of shame.
Let ‘what will they think” and “you’re such an idiot”
fall off your shoulders like tattered outgrown garments
strewn behind as you stride Tall
into the brightening glow,
and behold your bold gold glory.
Not even lavish praise can reach you here.
You are fierce and free.
