Catch the Wind

Trying to be polite
I’Ve kept my aura tight around me full of holes
full of the sludge of wounds hidden
Programmed default is every single thing is my fault
Default is that I have no control of my mind or emotions
That my body is something to be afraid of … a ticking time bomb
Trust the expert who knows nothing about true vibrant health.
Keep small
Be polite

then I am finding freedom by imagining my aura out nine feet all around instead of eighteen inches
What liberation I feel from this idea of expanse.