A Gift of Being

Sometimes gifts come in strange packages
in a world of disagreement
even though
in the long haul
they mean absolutely the same
a slave
trying to be free
the master
trying to be free
of controlling the slave

When worlds intertwine
it can be disheartening
to say the least

Yet
the meaning remains the same
the "gift"
the gift of becoming who you are

Each and every day
to wake up to something new
each and every day
trying just to be "you"

Realizing yourself
you are perfect
just as you are

No more striving
no more heckling
as the hens did in those days

There is nothing in me
except
me

and me
is perfect
just the way
I
am

I will not bow down
to suit you
nor
will you do the same
the world
is made
of unique
beings
only
desiring
to be free

So
what is freedom?
Freedom to be
without ridicule
for being who you are

Yet,
my famous words
there is always ridicule
for everyone does not see as thee

Soooo,
accept all
reject which is not needed
and continue on

to live
to love
to be
life is such a mystery