Permission: given

As I sat around a table recently with three other poets discussing our struggles — in relationships, with ourselves — I wondered: who gives me permission to be myself? 

Who allows you
to be
who you are —
accept
your deficiencies,
your manic highs?
Who is there
for you
when you need,
who makes
your soul crawl
from its hiding place?

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