Is there anyone else out there?
Why has it all been about me?
Why are people afraid to step forward?
Are they scared of committing? Of accountability?
Too much on weight on my shoulders
Too much food on my plate
My filled cup spills over
I’m almost fed up, and this I hate
Judging eyes have scattered
Lapses, misconstrues, and faults they see
I am beginning to falter
I need room to breathe
What if could run away?
What if I could break free?
Liberation calls, who would step forward?
I’d be the first; that would be me.
*photo from here
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