Growing Up

Growing Up

I have evidence

And solid ground is my witness

Upon which I saw, stood and turned the corner

From Mal-investment to freedom

Having nothing to prove

Not needing any validation for the things I heard

No more a chess game

 

In the broken field of flying accusations

I took notes

The erection of one wall after another, I saw through

Without a threat

I held the manipulative picture paint that was thrown onto my lap

All the puzzles fit

And my dress remained unsoiled as I

Cared not to play the game

Sustaining in my own shoes

I packed my bags and walked away

With the power that lit my road to home at night

 

Now I picture this

More vividly than ever imagined

That there is so much sense

So much voice in my knowing

That needs not to be heard by another, and simply owned by self

It is my evidence, that I no longer Mal-invest