Resistance

There's a resistance within me that wants to hold on

Hold on to the image I've created, perfect in my head

Hold onto individuality but grab the hand of my friend the contrarian 

Hold onto the stage that sets us apart, yet brings us too far away.

I know that I must let go, must submit 

Submit to the world around me, to the voice of simple kindness

Submit to the Divine and His composition, 

Submit to the art that is created in my obedience, even in conformity. 

But the tension suddenly starts to dislocate my opposition, my protection
Pulls me back to the herd,
Pulls me towards the very middle, and I can't breathe
Pulls me into the space where I can't be seen; where I am the same.

I stay on the ground for a while but then start to rise
Growing, stretching, suddenly there's more space, a special place
Growing toward others, but realizing I am indeed chosen and free
Growing, clothed in light and shining brightly; I'm properly exposed.