62. To Be Unbound

I wish I didn't have to understand
So I could just be on my way
Without the doubt
Of my actions being incorrect

I wish I didn't have to worry
And let go of the anxiety
Of allowing me
To be me

I wish there were no rules
So I can learn again
To be humbled
When I stumble

I wish I didn't try to impress people
As I try to play what they'd like to see
An idea of me
That's no longer free

I wish I could open my heart
Without the fear of being undermined
As I step out of line
By the way I tumble

A wish
Ever so subtle
A plea for someone
To love me as I am, right now
There's no more time here to waste

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