Birthright Bliss

Do You Have Any Inkling
How Entitled You Are?

Just Because You Are
The Offspring of
The Love and Light and Joy and Laughter
Some Call
The Divine?

Next Time You Are
In the Throes of
Dubious Deprecation,
Convinced You Are
Unworthy,
Ashamed of
The Darkness
You Have Wrapped
Your Self In,
The Fear That
Has Drawn
Your Imaginary Companions of
Sloth and Selfishness and
Other Offspring of
The Necromancy of
Narcissus,

Let Me Remind You
of Your Bill of Birthrights:

You Are Entitled To
Cry Out for
Deliverance,

To Ask to Feel Better,
To Order a
Room Service Delivery
of Undiluted Joy.

Remember,
You Asked for
An Incarnation of
Adventure,
Including Face-offs
With Fear,
To Practice Your
Love Moves,
To Pin Fear
to The Mat
In Righteous
Rassling.

But, Between Matches,
You Are Entitled
to Rest
In a Respite of
Birthright Bliss.

(Photo by Kyle Loftus; UnSplash)