to be next to you
scared to follow the plain list you've given me
as if it is a tight jacket
zipped tall across my neck
squeezing my throat
when that isn't what you want for me
soaring is more like it
jumping to the next me
bouncing off moon rock
but even lighter as if
dew is a downpour
and you are a practical you
sitting too close to my Mother
who only gave me the best love
I'm rebelling anyway
it's what I was born to do
Copyright by Rachel Drews, 2011. All rights reserved. Any excerpts reproduced from this article should include links to the original.
