The webs that lurk beneath the surface
can’t tangle me, can’t tangle you –
our inner impulse must emerge
in full expression, pure and true

These lies we’ve spent our time in,
these nets wherein we’ve thrashed,
these tracks we’ve been defined in
can’t last

They’re all the same for all of us,
and when we stand still long enough,
deprive them of our energy, they fall,
and then we rise.
We fill the rhythm of ourselves,
we leave them well behind  –
they never have been part of us at all.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2022