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Be Yourself Fully By Sam Yau Somewhere in the cradle of your early years the wild flame in you flickered, dimmed words melted on your tongue before they could leap your truth, a bird with clipped wings, silenced mid-flight The anger of a child was an unwanted visitor met with frowned gazes and sharp reprimands to survive, you gave away your edges chiseled your shape to fit the hands that fed you and kept you warm A chameleon wrapped itself around you mimicking shapes that weren’t your own you wore their colors, learned their songs and forgot the rhythm where you belonged But each surrender carved holes in your core until the mirror could no longer recognize you What you abandoned was your body that sacred teacher fleshed with instincts its whispering truths you learned to ignore you drifted upward, untethered, a phantom hovering above the clay of your own being How can a compass move when its needle is rusted with repression how can a river know its course when its source has been dammed Years of self-denial in your formative years not allowed to feel fully and express them you never developed a strong sense of self drifting on life’s path with no center or aim seeking to please everyone else but yourself witnessing life like a ghost that doesn’t belong a common symptom suffered by the mentally ill When tears were told to tarry, joy was told to wait when anger was shackled in chains of restraint you closed the wells, buried the springs deep inside you have lost yourself But oh, your soul came here to feast to drink in the hues of a storm to relish in the peace of a breeze to taste the fire, the frost, the rains to ache, and to love through pain You were not made to wear masks of politeness to wear the shape of another’s dream you were born to live vast horizons to inhabit the entire spectrum of your feelings Your voice, long silenced, can still rise your instincts, long quiet, can still guide you so crack the dam; let the roar return call yourself out of hiding let the authentic you breathe freely again There is no greater rebellion than this to be yourself, fully in a world that asks you not to