Certain and truthful
Your divine self
Not a deity
But still so damn divine
Super and powerful
And superpower filled
Finally and fiercely
Shall step in
Save the day and declare
You’re an unwounded warrior
Don’t you know?
Tag Archives: Self
All Gone
The gods seized my feathers
And gave me in exchange
gossamer wings
Because they knew that I must fly
You stole my shoes
And mocked my innermost:
“dance, will you?”
Because you planned to watch me writhe
June Rose
You
Over there shaded
In a box blue-green
In the farthest corner now
Flower exact for me or else
A slight tilted wrist
An effort needed to nurture you
Be more than the mind can extend
