I will meet life at a pointwhere I finally embracemyselflike a new acquaintancesans preconceived notionswithout a carefor public opinionor a legacy-yet the footprintswill speak louderthan those squeaky shoesI discarded in a previous version Quadrille Monday at dVerse
I bought a repository of thoughts-to internalisemake me wise-I fingered pages with loveburnt eyesight at midnightand yet… The wise refused to speakwith my unsteady voice-dedication discarded-devotion ignoredborrowed words jumped backinto trembling amber flames I burnt the libraryto light up my soul-nurture usurped thoughtsto blend with my own-patch up broken piecesemerge as a whole I cast … Continue reading I bought a library
I don’t stop to seeblood spilt along the waywounds on pride and self-esteeminflicted by rejection and criticismby those who should have ceased to matterlong, long ago the only change of directionis needed in thoughtdestinations will align I don’t stop to thinkhow the past impactspresent and futureas long as I canrepaint, repair, rewriterebuild a fortune-and not … Continue reading Audaciously Authentic
authenticityis doomedwhen no one’s interestedto knowthe real you confined by imagetypecast by mediahe struggles to expresshis truest self But…they believewhat fits intheir storiesstitched, decoratedcarefully presentedto tellwhat’s their typewhat’s not Written for dVerse Quadrille hosted by whimsygizmo
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