Spoken Word Poem: Flow, Flee, Fly

She’s at the centre stage, enjoying the attention.

Innocent yet intelligent, agreeable yet stern.

She moves effortlessly, but with purpose, turning faces as she crawls - it

looks like she has it all.

Little do they know the chaos inside.

She’s swift, she’s graceful, there’s nothing to hide.

She has it all in order, perfectly composed.

But beneath the surface, there’s something more.

It’s crawling up inside her head.

A kind of poison and it’s starting to spread.

Symmetry, precision, perfection. She can’t maintain.

‘Teach me how to colour outside the lines’ she cries.

‘Teach me how to flow, to flee, to fly, to breathe.

Teach me passion, teach me courage. I’m tired of leaping.

To Please. To cheer. To charm. To love - or be loved’.

She yearns for a space of calm, of quiet, aching for her paws to find stillness.

That’s all she desires.

Little does she know, there’s refuge inside.

Beneath her stripes and her horns, there’s a safe space to hide.

She starts to un-learn, she starts to unravel, the way the world can be if she lets go of this

innate desire.

To please, to cheer, to charm, to love - or be loved.

Now, she lets herself be within this safe haven.

Finds rest, finds quiet, finds intuition, finds space.

The space to pause, to flow, to breathe, to be.