I never want to hurt anyone.
Ive been told I nick those closest
with my razor hands.
Ive been told.

I let go of everything I can,
trying to finally take responsibility
for my own happiness,
where I find I am gifted with it.

I don't owe my past behaviors'
behaviors any favor. I don't
owe a thing to this world;
not a single explanation of this
violent carnation that holds
a true peace that is abated.
I pull away from the factor of 'other',
I push toward the sense of 'similiar'.

I owe myself the decency
of something that was
actually meant for us all.
To be happy, in its entire glory.
Today, I say, I can and wish to gift it
as much as it is gifted back to me.