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Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry XIX

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Breaking Out


Free from the prison of my mind

Free from the fear that bound me

Free from denial and guilt and pain

Free of the sorrows of the past

Free to experience passion and joy

Free to grow, free to feel, free to love

Free to laugh, free to cry, free to sing

Free to live rather than merely exist

Free to walk my own path

Free to follow my dreams

Free to embrace the splendor and the beauty

Free to explore; free to be me

–Robyn Elaine Serven

—September, 1993

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Slowly, one or two people at a time, I made a few friends.  Then one day, I discovered I wasn’t so lonely anymore.

The words* came…and there was music for that.

The Who:  I’m Free

*Note:  My poem from 9/19/08 continues in this vein.

Good morning.  Be excellent to one another.


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    • Robyn on September 30, 2008 at 13:39

    …more or less on the anniversary of my coming out.

    We’ve got a poetry reading on campus this afternoon, by Rachel Eliza Griffiths (web site has a few problems).    

  1. This is a beautiful poem.  The art is gorgeous.  Happy birthday, more or less.

    • kj on September 30, 2008 at 14:34

    morning, Freedom!   πŸ™‚

    gotta run fly to the dentist at this way-too-early hour, and then to work.  

    love this one.  and the art, wowza.  πŸ™‚

  2. Thought you might enjoy this song. The video is just scenery – its the best youtube of the song I could find.

  3. I like this one — it feels happy and … well … free! πŸ˜€

    What an amazing journey and what a wonderful story to share with us.

    Here’s one from … yes … 2003.

    In the Court of the King

    As I rush with all my strength

    To ram open heavy door of castle,

    After crossing moat crammed with

    Fearsome piranhas and all other sorts

    Of dangerous underwater beasts,

    Like in crazy three stooges farce

    Door opens just as I fling myself against it,

    And I go flying, landing flat on my face

    In front of golden throne.

    So all I see of the king,

    Is one impatiently tapping

    Boot-shod royal foot.

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