Dismantling

Listen to what you say to yourself
Especially the can’ts
The blinders we have put in front of ourselves
The fairytales we create to hide from the truth
The tiny roomed prisons we build for ourselves
The world around us hands us the mortar
Dances images before us to bedazzle
To the point of blindness
The rules we grew up and used
Because we didn’t know any better
Through time we get beaten down
Not bothering to try anymore
Because we are not valued
By the world we live in
But beneath all of this
Are the bones of our freedom
The small voice
The nagging thought
That told us something was very wrong
There was something more
Then the shell that fear created
Again there are freedom’s bones
The questions that dig deep
The light that cuts away the excess
The knowing that lets truth
Shutter YES inside you
The patterns
Once seen for what they are
And now no longer work
Taking on the fear
Stepping beyond it
To
I CAN