Heirloom

That which is gifted unasked,

I look at but dare not touch

That which in your hand held-out exists,

A most prized possession, possessed,

Passed from one to another,

I leave behind for I do not need

 

Given that this is my life-

I choose to break free from its power

By levitating and reaching the peak of freedom-tower

Emancipation by setting it free,

This heirloom I do not need.

For generations next –

An act of love on my part