There is this knowing, an awareness almost inherent,
a feeling of, it has always been, maybe silent, but never away,
wrecking havoc on me, yanking me this way then that,
feelings my body has not forgotten, images alive in my mind,
I can taste the fresh air, I can taste the freedom,
it was never meant to be another way, this is contrary,
I’m holding on, we have always been, holding on is what we do well.