I do not owe you
anything
No measure of my love
or affection should be predicated on debt
For if so the fissure
will only be a disservice to both of us
I am whole
I am beautiful and
know that the foundation of me is not defined by my mistakes
Or the pain I have
endured or caused, but by the autonomy of my divine celebration
I am a gleaming
intrepid beacon bellowing New Orleans
Every day from here on
forward I will not sink into that pit
That lonely trauma is
a bola wrapping my ankle like a devil’s tongue lasso anchor
I am magnanimous
bombastic survivor emitting the luminescence of the now
Defined not by the
tenacity to perpetuate, but the tenacity to be
To embrace this moment
with possibility like a smiling gaze soaking the audacity to exist
I exist platypus-like
swimming, breathing, and laying where it is home
In the nest of choice
breathing, being in the breath
Loving as I so choose
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