Free
From the army of my needs
The wholeness of my being is
Alone.

No longer tied down
Strapped
Against the mirror
But free to be
The most genuine me.

Expressing,
Identifying,
Through the bow
Pressed against the strings

Through the laugh
Erupting from my heart
Caught
Like a contagious virus
From a child.
I am me. And me is I.
And that is all that we can be.