allow
your soul
to roll Off of your tongue, like the
Swell of a wave—naturally and righteously
Shrill with expression and calm with sooth.
 
allow
your self
to feel
Ill from bountiful contentedness,
Blind with blistering passion,
juvenilely Ignorant to the wisdom of what
Lies therein wonted potential.
 
allow
your will
to be contested,
Inevitably—
by insecurity, despair, Impatience, envy;
Expel it all, prevail, and invoke your true spirit’s mind.
 
heed this counsel
and,
Surely,
your golden heart will unlock the doors to a future,
for it is your skeleton key.