A guest poem and video by Hollie Cooper
Perhaps I’m not like you at all.
Yes, most definitely not like you.
Definitely afraid of you.
I’m not here for beauty.
Nor for rules.
Just to be.
Not to get caught in a tiresome wind.
Not to dance like a kite but to fly away.
The waves crash.
The moment breathes.
The sun gazes.
Governed by her own accord, her rays here for no one.
To emulate her is to be free.
Fly me to the moon.
Let me live uncritised.
Do not label me.
I am energy running wild.
Running in circles.
Not for no one.
But life itself.
You can read more of Hollie’s poetry here: https://www.holsnco.com/caught-in-the-riptide
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