Permission

my whole live ive looked for permission-

permission to run, permission to walk,

permission to sing, permission to talk.

ive struggled to be perfect at everything i do,

being told time and time again,

"smile be good, everyone is watching you".

it wasnt until i had my own freedom

and i could do what i wanted-

that i could turn my pain

into (waves of) wisdom.

with permission of my own

i started to write-

about the live ive lived

and what kept me up at night.

the thing about permission

is its a whole new emotion

one that im proud to feel

everyday without hesitation.