If I can't put my mind at ease By presence known or yet perceived Then I shall use that power of prayer In active ways, increase my flare. For I still shine so brightly yet The person you won't soon forget This shell was born of bitter years Falls away as I shift gears. I'm wheeling down my chosen road As I'm shucking off the load Of things that I have long amassed What I shall do, I do with class. Old habits I have chose to break Destroy with every mornings wake The more they're leaving me behind The faster I shall gain my climb. And lose all that which weighs me down Ignoring all the ones who frown Though I'm not in younger years I am dancing in high gear. Sagefairy (4/10/24)
Poetry I write