Remembering

 

Who is she,

the woman I am becoming?

Is she the scared child
who climbs a high tree to escape and feel safe? 

Is she the fearful girl
with downcast eyes who asks permission?

Is she the young maiden
who seeks to please to hold the peace?

 

Or has she finally remembered?

 

Has she remembered
that she has always been safe?

Has she remembered
that she needs no one's approval, but her own?

Has she remembered that she 
is free to express, to dance, to play, to simply be?

 

Yes, she is me.
Remembering.
And she is free.