I will not wallow at the threshold of freedom
with pain knocking at this door

I will not cover myself with veils of fear
with pain knocking knocking at this door

I will not retreat beneath the floor of comfort
with pain knocking knocking knocking at this door

I will, I will, I will

I will listen…listen…listen…

…breathe and open…

…breathe and open…

…breathe….

…and open…

I wander beyond the threshold of freedom,
into a new home,
another home,
with a bigger door,
and hear you all singing,
so many of you
and your feet dancing
dancing
dancing on this floor:

a pause in the music
that we might hold each other,
touch and cherish this moment,
feeling it all once more…

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