I used to be a body
A child of passive silence
Watching the examples of right and wrong
Of the things that are deemed acceptable and unacceptable
Accepting the flow of a “normal” life
Chasing the ambitions set within an overused mold
The work of an artist with no face
A colorful cloth of potential tied over my sheltered eyes
Seen by all, yet nothing but blackness and confusion to me
Following blindly down the path most often traveled
Life laid out before me on a pre-woven tapestry
Moving steadily nowhere
I used to be a body
But now I am a name
A personality and voice
Drifting off the path to where no one dare venture
The cloth unfurled in my hands
A display of glorious colors revealed
A broken mold
And unraveling tapestry
Heart beating, eyes seeing, legs running
Forward into the deep murky unknown of my knew destiny
Into the future of my choosing
Never looking back
No longer blind of the endless possibilities
Vying to claim what I want
I becoming me
Who I am now
Heading towards who I’m going to be