Unrestricted

Free write on the prompt of being unrestricted:

If I was unrestricted, I would not care whether this opening phrase is grammatically correct. Was and were would be equal.

If I were unrestricted, I would delight in my contradictions and complexities rather than trying to find a coherent thread to bind myself together.

If I were unrestricted, I would share my love freely without wondering if it would be appreciated, recognized or reciprocated.

Without restriction, I dance. I goof off. I control. I sob. I express my weird. I judge. I adore. I resent. I appreciate. I desire. I BE.

Without restriction, I also become. I blossom into who I am and who I will be with all my ridges and ruffles and thorns and nectar. With deep roots keeping me in the here and now. And with flying pollen particles, releasing me here, there and everywhere.

Without restriction, I fly into the welcoming arms of life and discover that they are me and I am home.