a choice.
It is a staircase
It is step
It is a foot
It is a movement
It is progression
It is an effort
It is a change
It is new
It is a height
It is leaving a step behind
to move forward
It is moving upwards
It is climbing
It is vertical
It is scary
It is isolated
It is empowering
It is clarity
It is objective
It is strength
It is knowledge
It is understanding
it is empathy
It is love
It is pain
It is choice
It is step
It is change
It is better
It is self
be its best.
clouds gather into grey
leafs flying lightning slicing
across wild skies
chest filled with wonder and
a different beat that is
changing the theme of a song
I thought I heard the bitter
in your voice
so I hummed against the melody
and called it harmony
Rejoice.
these atoms hold my skin together
tightly woven robe that should not
falter against a pressure and a word in
the world
my heart beats
-it should have only beat for me
driven by that intentional
progression of my own
soul
then it looked downward and inward
it hid with its nose in the sand
counting grains and losing place
losing grace losing pace
it is time to get up now
it is time to lift.
afternoon
crisp shadow falls
like bellowing cloak
behind my
sun warmed face
eyes squint
bright pink tiles
below me
moving forward
The heatwave has passed
and now the thunderstorms arrive
I am capable of monsters and magic
Of being happy and tragic
You can pity or envy that
As you see fit
You can choose to compare and complain
Placing us parallel thus creating a plane
That slices at our differences
Creating mutants
When people are different and
Difference is life
And we could have embraced that
Been inspired
enlightened
and nice!
You can choose to use me
to make you a stronger entity
But please, don’t use up all my energy
what I’d rather- if you asked
Is that you hit me with neutrality
The ph7 of good intention
Without spun spiderwebs entrapping me
Let me be- me
Free
And let me breath!
I’ve held it for so long
Hitting the same tar of negativity
A cycle singing that same song
Your song
I’ve had enough already
So I broke it
No more, telling me who I am
And what you think of me
I had true friends-once
I knew pure untainted friendship
love
It was taken away from me
Did I grieve? No. I just let it go
And everyone I’d ever known
And I forgot
Just how good good could be
No more, I’ve had enough now
I choose to reclaim my memory.
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