There comes a time of liberation
When you are not bound by the constraints of identity
Of self based perceptions of being
Of others perceptions of living
Of shame based thoughts and behaviors
That tread slowly like footprints in your heart
From long held sins of generations past.
You are not your mother
You are not your father
You are not those who came before them
Yet you are of their blood, sweat and tears
You are of their triumphs and failures
This does not make you who you are
Your choices do.
Liberation is not for the faint of heart
It is for those with valor
Who see themselves as worthy children of God.