Prism

This ocean within me

Is a tidal flow

That so often froze

Due to the coldness of the temperature around me

When you told me

Don’t do this and that

You are too selfish or bold

Don’t you know what it did to my virgin soul?

I became in time a shrunken thing

Or a round peg

Trying to fit into a square hole

And having to shave off spiritual skin

In order to fit in

So now if I feel that the time has come

To sing and dance

And remember how great it used to feel

To prance

Along the counter in my fathers store

Tripping the light within

All of those long years before

Don’t look on me askance

For truly I was born for this

To be myself

To feel the power and exquisite joy

Of love’s life energy flowing through my soul

To celebrate and dance

To throw off the shackles of a prison

That only blocked the rainbow colours of light

Emanating from my spiritual prism