True Name

“Our true name: both wound and blessing”

When a moment comes to awaken us.

Our scattered possessions lit ablaze.

We wonder about the word.

That is our true name.

Stuck within the confines of society.

Where others define us each and every day.

Where assumptions name us.

And we know no other way.

Because this other way takes risk.

Risks we’re not willing to take.

But it we started small.

One risk per day.

We’d find ourselves grown.

Into our true name.

Which waits

To grow up.

And be given.

No one finds themselves by staying safe.

The hardest decisions I’ve made.

Have led me to the most indescribable places.

Spaces where I filled the room with truth.

And my true name: Liberate

Since I was a young one.

I wondered how I could save others.

An overwhelming surge of emotions.

That ended up locking me in a room.

Because no one ever knew.

Of my yearnings.

I learned to let my words pour on pages

Hoping someday maybe.

They’d be shared out loud.

Lived out proudly.

Shouting.

I was born to liberate.

I was born to rip out the pages.

Of well respected books.

Set fire to the “rules”.

Break down stereotypes.

Like cardboard boxes to be recycled.

And I’m not saying that I’m the only one.

We all have this word.

The one that has followed us throughout the years.

Whispered in our ears.

But it seems we’re too scared.

To let is speak.

And yet, we hate to see the world grow cold.

Our ever present knowing.

Of all that needs to change.

And it may sound cliché’.

But we are that change.

When we take risks.

And let our true name.

Scream.

For me, this word

Is LIBERATE.