I never lived

I started living yesterday

Standing in the skin of my truth

It feels like my freedom getting bruises

And the man breaking out of the boy I was

I feel, I can’t be everything to everyone, yet

Maybe be myself first so I’d know how to be here

To give love and kindness and my tears for joy

Here I stand, on this crossroad

Overdosed with my inner character’s voices

Relentless and scratching love from a distant

Me, hustling before my own tiny whispers

Opening my mouth to ooze my lot of secrets

To an open audience hungry to hear my story

Begging with their eyes and ears, waiting

My lips leaking with secrets they’ve forever know

I started living yesterday

After I allowed this boy breathe.