The House

I ride the waves, seafoam green, tall as towers.

The light, my beacon, in the storm.

I carry my home, wherever I go,

Encapsulated and buffered by outside forces.

I stand alone, rocking, thrown, even almost capsizing,

But my inner strength is mine,

and mine alone.

I make those waves my bitch,

I raise my hands and let go.

I ride the waves fearlessly,

Knowing,

Knowing,

my inner knowing,

my intrinsic truth,

the truth of who I am.

I am free.

As free as the birds that follow
amidst the grey and rolling clouds.

As free as my soul tethered to the house, my body, my sacred vessel.

My will is my own. I shall coast in the vastness of the great waves.

Ever free.

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