Today I truly was a poet, ay
A human being all unfettered by
The pond’rous weights which hold their dreadful sway
Over most lives — a pilot, cleared to fly

By virtue of a willingly paid price
In meditation, learning and despair
Past obstacles which threaten, in a trice
Now, suddenly and magically — there

Today I threw vain caution to the wind
And lived, and lived and lived — right to the hilt
Without anxiety that I had sinned
Without the crushing burden of false guilt

For I hurt no one — I was only free
To be the poet I was meant to be

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