Rose (poem/book#2)
Seeding
Rose
Earnest fillip crushed
By the turmoil of the soul
–
Deflated, malleable, yet
I reassert my presence.
Power lines are meant to
energize
But can also cause shock
and death to life.
Hope, I am drawing onto
you.
Can you see the etchings
of my scars?
Can you spark my
heaviness back to light?
Elongated arms pointing
in your direction,
Am I guilty of
unnecessary self-defense?
I blame myself for not
being stronger,
All the while I openly profess
my strengths.
I am but a rose, full of
thorns,
If you dare to reach for
my soul.
I am but a series of
thoughts thoughtlessly engaged
In thoughtless dutiful
actions.
When will my rising sun
Ever take shape?
When will my dream-state
life
Ever gain traction?
Today. –
Before first light,
Unobstructed by sleep,
I rose,
From despair to love.
I rose from despair to love.
Inspired
thoughts of the week: Singing is possible.
Singing is ________________________.
Poetry is possible. Poetry is
____________________________________.
Inspiration is possible. Inspiration is ________________________________.
Freedom from ________ is possible. Freedom from ________ is
_____________________.
Friendship is possible. Friendship is
________________________________.
___________________ with you is possible. _____________ with
you is ______________.
Breathing is possible. Breathing is
_____________________________________________.
__________________is possible. ____________________ is
________________________.
Have you read: Youthful Spirit?
Have you read: Youthful Spirit?
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You did it! Your self-authorized voice is both mighty and lovely. Thank you for being you. Thank you for your existence. Thank you for your leadership.
With Admiration,
fern the poet