Flying Free
Flying Free
It’s really hard, sometimes, to tell
If someone new means harm or well.
It’s hard to trust my inner clues
At first, when meeting someone new.
From childhood, I was told, “Be nice!
So what if she yells once or twice?
Don’t trust what simmers way down deep!
She’s really good–not mean and cheap!”
After years of training such,
My gut agrees it knows not much.
And I fall victim to the prey
That lurks in shadows of each day.
And, too, the world does not know me.
Rarely, do they really see.
Although I gladly share my mind
I’m hidden away from human kind.
Then, one day, I learned to trust
That I can see through flesh and lust.
Inner vibes have seen and heard.
They tell me thoughts without a word.
Next, I meet friends with this same knack
Of seeing clear through from front to back.
It makes me slightly ill-at-ease
To be exposed so easily.
And, yet, I’m soaring through the trees.
I’m riding high! I’m out! I’m free!
The door’s unlocked. I no longer hide.
Someone really sees inside!
I drink it in with smiles and tears,
Filling the void of many years.
Afraid to admit it’s really here.
And, yet, afraid it will disappear.
After a while, I know it won’t end.
And it’s okay to be exposed to a friend.
I hang on to feelings of flying free,
And thank the Lord for you and me!
Lynnette Schuepbach, February 15, 1993