Keep On
So you don't fit neatly into little boxes?
You don't tuck away easily into four corners and four glass walls?
Perhaps your edges are frayed and multicoloured,
tasselled fringes of sacred tapestry
Perhaps you come in at odd angles and off beats,
dissonance with a flourish of intention
Perhaps you are listening beyond the reach of your ears,
speaking beyond the whip of your tongue
Keep on
The originality of your broken mould, your spherical nature
— a necessary magic
Your velveteen presence, your acuminous vision
— the medicine the world is hungering for
Stay veracious and on purpose
Step into being known
Forge the obscure and unexplored path ahead
Wear your wild and indomitable heart on your sleeve, dear one
— the rest will follow
Breanna Morandi