Poem: Glass Ceilings

A gentle offering from my poetry book, In Rooms of Truth — this poem is part of a collection written specifically for moments when you think you might be ready to let go. Listen to this when you think you might be ready to free yourself.

Transcript

What if instead of breaking glass ceilings, We choose to step outside the building? To see the sky and all its infinite possibilities. No more ceiling. No more cage. No more boxes or checkmarks or lists of self-prescribed molds of what we should be or do by what age. Maybe that's the great remembering. The cosmic joke unraveled. The door to the cage has always been open. And the limit to where we perceive our sky really is the beginning of the universe. All of it infinite. All of it you. All of it me. Us. Free? Free. Free. You