i feel most myself when i’m being me.
not the person you prescribe me to be…
or who i believe you prescribe me to be.
that tiny yet fervent whisper of yes
tugging at the corners of that place deep inside
tugging in affirmation, to pull back the veil
revealing what is really there
revealing the only absolute truth there is…
but the yes only comes so often
and who am i when i can’t find that yes place
who am i in the pause between…
that long inhalation
and i can never seem to keep myself
while i wait for another yes