Poetry: Permissions

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When we first met I found myself engaged

In resistance, conjuring flaws where none

Existed, wishing you would disappear

Like a puff of smoke in a crazy wind.

I avoided contact, conversation

And caring, for I had intuited

That you would bring seismic change to my life,

Wrenching my soul from its weak foundation.

Clinging to hope that you would choose safety,

You chose to risk all you were, all you are,

For someone struggling to earn the freedom

To live every dream and fantasy.

Resistance crushed, I surrendered willingly

To the warm permission to be myself.

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