This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.
Has anyone ever released you from the jail you put yourself in?
A word, a phrase, someone daring to say the damn thing out loud? Did your breath catch in the back of your throat, or did your stomach hop and your skin percolate?
Did you see clearly for the first time in a long time, did everything come into focus, did you watch yourself exhale?
Has your heart beat this fast in response to truth, ever before?
Did you know that this is what living could feel like?
Did you know you were allowed even this.