I love being in the company of poets Words flowing in raging eager rivers Cleansing souls in their deep waters of truth The air in the room stilling reverently To allow voices to take up every bit of space As the walls, like the audience, lean in to listen
Poets mold experience and emotion like clay And through alchemy, transmute these raw materials Into golems of living language Puppeted by skillful tongues In rooms filled with those eager to experience The wonderment of such masterful magic
I am left in awe and enchanted with inspiration Yearning to find myself an acolyte Amongst a coven of gifted poets Happy to surrender myself to their castings Enraptured and enchanted again and again
Remember how it was before When I confidently walked through my life Believing in a future full of infinite possibilities Idealistic and self-possessed Inspired and free to manifest the life I desired Never apologizing for the joyousness of my nature Never apologizing for my independence and adventurousness Never apologizing
Such a contrast with who I would embody for too long Cowed and questing to find the right key That would unlock your love for the me I was before The me that I thought you cherished The me that was once upon a time enough I remember how it was before I am on a journey back to myself The version of me that resembles the echos of my unscarred self Together we will offer an apology to the me that was before A reclamation of what I thought was lost And I will be a wonder again
She’s not beautiful She’s a bloodied beast A bold, brassy, badass Bravely battling brash bandits Bone-weary from the bullshit Burdened and burnt out Building a budding new self Walking away from brutality Becoming balanced Banishing bad habits from her bones Barefoot upon the earth and beaming Beginning a brand new bountiful life
My demons tell me I’m not enough They rake burning shame across my skin Hiss monologues of self-doubt In the echo chamber of my ringing ears They use your voice Never silent And they laugh At the cleverness of their torture
Let no one silence your truth Let no one dim your light There is no greater joy Than to live an authentic life Filled to the brim with love All love is beautiful and The world never has enough of it
Wander down a country road Flowers in your hair Dance inside your living room Without a single care Wish upon a shooting star Or say a sacred prayer Live your life with pure delight Lay your true self bare
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