Let me find my niche

Be it in the arms of a lover
Or a crevice in the ground
Maybe in words jotted down
On this or another medium
Allow me to paint my collective thoughts
On the canvas of my choosing 
Please don’t stagnate me
With empty promises of love 
Let me breathe an element other than oxygen
And exhale the boundaries which you set
You see I’ve known your type of adoration  
I’ve bruised from your opinionated fists
My knees tattered from your control 
I wish to open my arms
And embrace the ethereal 
Where my soul can worship all that is
Be it in prayer or in just being
It’s more than just seeking
It is becoming 
Who and what I am
Let me find my niche 

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