this burgeoning emotionality,
a yearning that can't come unstuck
from just inside your ribs--
freedom, freedom, you can be free
and learn to be yourself, alone!
the wonder, the pain, the wreck
you will make of yourself,
when first you gain freedom.
freedom means no paths,
means finding your own way home
when you've exhausted your soul.
the weight of it!
around your neck, a yoke
of wanting, needing, desiring it,
freedom as a woman,
freedom that wanes into the future
lascivious and tinted pink,
waiting for you to come,
beckoning for you to follow.
the weight of that desire
could yank your heart right out
from its grip on your lungs,
the grind of that need
could murder you outright.