Grounds

It rises up and out of me,
candidly, without control.

Free within me,
so it becomes the lift of my chin,
a spreading of wings.

My drishti gaze,
the warmth on my skin,
it grounds me.

In a way you may not understand

Just as I choose to dance, or not,
just as I spin, or sing,
I am myself here.

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