Breath
My breath
speaks to the silence
hidden portraits of myself
among the clutter
pull me out
and stretch me open
upon this multitude of sky
I am a courageous soul
bound to the tethers
of my own fear
aren’t we all?
why must we shut the doors
lock them tight at night?
what freedom there brings
in standing naked
among people
your people
our people
we are a tribe
of lovers
and givers
freedom soul shakers
who have only perhaps forgotten
our roots
our footsteps in the sand
where we once danced together
around the fires.
Copyright © Jenni Pezzano | Year Posted 2015
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