I stepped outside myself
and shut the door
to stand in the light
to consider
maybe I could stay out here
maybe I could recognize
these are the rays of my alignment,
this is the source of my power

Out here the air is fresh
and there are no stories
blocking my view.
I could get used to it.
Perhaps I could learn
not to go back in.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 12, 2016