There are rare times when I feel like I can be myself, unedited. Some of my most real moments are in the quiet of night, when darkness enfolds me in a sense of freedom rarely found during the day.

What a gift, to let down the mask, to give up trying to be anything other than me...

But it doesn't last. And I have to don my armour again, watch what I say, watch what I do. Meanwhile, my heart beats at the cage, wanting to fly. Liberation is a fleeting thing.

^{photo: Clayton Caldwell/Unsplash}

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The Promise of the Night

This poem has been pulled from my Steem blog for use in publication. Thank you for your interest in my writing! Please visit me on Twitter for current content: https://twitter.com/KatrinaAriel
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Sorry if this one is bittersweet. I'll get back to my usual uplifting posts shortly. ;)

Take care of yourself, you are a gift!

Peace. @katrina-ariel

Katrina Ariel

Author bio: Katrina Ariel is an old-soul rebel, musician, tree-hugging yogini, and mama bear to twins. Author of Yoga for Dragon Riders (non-fiction) and Wild Horse Heart (romance), she's another free-spirit swimming in the ocean of Steem.

dragon art: Liiga Smilshkalne

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