Free To Be Me

I wish for you the perfect gift
under the perfect tree
not locked in a box,
ribboned or tucked in a sock,
but open for all to see

as visible as the brightest star,
this gift, hopefully received most festively,
would simply, and mindfully be
“a present me”

In this season of your making
I wish for you garlands
of friendships in waiting,
a thousand lights of joy,
harmony, and fullness for the taking.
I wish for you a time of believing
in a Pandora of possibilities set free.

A time to walk through the door
that has truly opened in your mind,
and imagine you are as unique
as an individual snowflake
caught in a flicker of candlelight,
destined to brilliantly adorn
the wonderful tree of life

where your light shines
and others see it

where your life matters
and others feel it

the gift I have faith
you will accept most festively,
would be the peace of mind
that comes from believing in yourself
and finding the way, to finally say,
“I’m free to be me”

—John Thomas Dodds—