If ...

If I could move with complete freedom and never be sick and never look back in that crooked way but just look
Forward and around with surprise and excellence and
Strength.
Shy when I don’t need to be – lacking the confidence that slipped out of the womb and onto the floor where it was mopped up and sent someplace
No one knows
That when she is screaming and writing that she is doing both – only screaming when she writes for change and challenge and her power
And the beat that is her own
Unquestioned
Unanswered
Her own movement across a sky that she shares with those who Want.
A sky that shapes itself of dreams
Because the movement of flying and leaping from all of the places that are fear into all of the places that are love
Is the answer
Instead of the Question
I am free and my fingers fly and while they may be screaming it is my mind, my heart
That dictates to the secretary
That is me.