All through the sleeping days
I was acting on the stage
mimicking actions done for years,
parroting words of others
unsure, confused, rejected;
yet I had wings
to fly like a bird.
When I chose to be the audience
I stopped judging
enjoyed the role
started loving it all, from end
to end
understood the importance
of waking up, accepting
my performance.
The same mundane world around me
uncovered, softened, changed;
detached, I was stable on the
ground
my feathers could lift me beyond
the sky
anytime
independent and free.
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