Take my hand…

Come take my hand,
Let’s walk to the fringe of the society,
Where stigmas have been stepped over,
Where rules have been bended to fit,
Where the how to’s have been redefined.

Come take my hand,
Let there not be another morning filled with excuses,
For all the things that doesn’t feel right but forced upon us,
That we stay within bounds.

Come take my hand,
Let there not be another night filled with anguish,
That only your soul knows.
But you smile outwards so that you don’t ruffle feathers.

Come take my hand,
Let me lead you to the land of the bold,
Where the lions have walked with their heads held high
Where the warriors have strode towards what felt right.
Where the misfits have not molded themselves to the holes that fit tight.

Come take my hand,
For though the journey is hard and filled with strife,
On your death bed, you will smile!