My Voice

One night
Under the witness of starlight
I snuck into the garden
Knelt in the midnight-dark soil
And planted my tiny voice in the moonlit earth

It would not grow inside my throat
You see
There was no room for it there
So I had to pluck the small, fragile thing out

I knew it had things to say
Experiences to share
Stories to weave with the help of breath and feeling
But it was failing to thrive inside my throat
A smothered and guttering spark

I knew it would grow roots in the rich earth
After all
It was closest to the ancestors' bones
I knew that when the sun rose it would grow
And when the rain fell it would drink deep

I fertilized it with poetry
Tended it with song
And sure enough it grew bit by bit
It became a hardy thing
A beautiful thing full of strength and confidence

One morning
In the light of dawn
I dug it up and swallowed it down
One giant gulp
It flipped and turned as it settled 
Leaving my throat raw and aching

When it  finally stilled
 I spoke
My voice emerged rich and warm
It did not waiver or whisper
I began to tell my stories and sing my songs
And when I was shushed
My voice resounded like a thunderclap

It would never be small again

-gws

Creation

My soul vibrates
Longing to be a conduit for creation 
The spark burns high and hot
My hands long to be covered in
Ink
Paint
Pastels
To fill blank pages with worlds
That only exist in the nebula inside me
Demanding to birth a thousand stars
Urgent and consuming
I long to surrender to the deflagration 
Of creative energy
Igniting a conflagration 
Leaving me empty and sated
Surrounded by pages filled with words 
Dipped in vivid colors and
Complex textures
Tangible, living pieces of me
Like so many falling leaves in autumn

-gws

Space Between

Do I exist in the space between your thoughts

Am I squeezed in as an annotation to your chaos

Do I fit in the emptiness between your heartbeats

Or the space between your breaths

Am I shoved into the shadowed alcoves of your mind

All I know is it’s dark and apocalyptic here

Where ever here is

-gws

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The Space Between written and read by GWS #wordswishesandwisdom #poetry #poetrytok #poem #poet #poetsoftiktok #poetryreading #writer
♬ Authority (Epic Background Music) – Fearless Motivation Instrumentals

Not Constrained

I am not constrained by your definition of me.

I am defined by my own limitless imagination.

I have magic in my blood and music on my skin.

I dance to the rhythms of the wind under billions of pinpoint stars.

My truth is divinely written as I journey in this body made of stardust and light.

-gws

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Not Constrained written and read by GWS #wordswishesandwisdom #poetry #poetrytok #poem #poet #poetsoftiktok #poetryreading #writer
♬ original sound – GWS