Familiar
Carry the keys, open doors. You’re here. Home.
Yes – blood runs thicker than water. But the apple fell far from the tree. There: orders, rules, guidance – you are who you’re told to be. Here: be whoever. Limitless. Freedom. Endless. Made for this.
The wind carries the seed, it lands, starts afresh in new ground. Bloom.
But the roots remain, will always remain. They remind.
You Could Not Be Who You Are,
If They Hadn’t Made You Who You Were.
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