My condolences in advance
When dawn dawns
When your light proves up
How you’ve chosen one who doesn’t choose you
When without masks, you’ve given freely of yourself
Maybe messy, but as a firework
To a soul-less soul
One steeped in habits of hiding and avoidant attachment
Devoid of words or a will to stay
Champion yourself, champion, and know you’ve fought the good fight
Though you fought alone
Though you shadow boxed
Know that next time, there’ll be no next time
No room for their prose in your poem
What is this we say
Words have power?
To send them out as little soldiers
Dressed in armor plus tiny swords
Or in humility, altogether naked
Regardless revealing our hearts
When with any thought
Words can heal?
To speak them forth as mighty ministers
What bidding do I demand of them
Or in vulnerability, lowly ask
No matter what I stand to lose
We give credit to the artists,
and we know that’s credit due.
Tho’ what would spark her, catch his eye
if not for the subject, you?
You’re her sun or you’re his sky,
or the trees, the bees, the view.
You’re the contrasts, the forgiveness,
or the love, the hope, what’s true.
Just how often do you wonder
“To myself, ought I be true?
Feel my fun, my fear, my courage,
show my texture, sing the blues?”
Step up then, to a big, bold “Yes!”
Vulnerability’s the key.
Let the artists find your masterpiece
and highlight it for all to see.
Art Credit: “You Rise Above the World” Richard Taylor; Milwaukee River Walk, Milwaukee, WI
Original Thought Credit: “…to thine own self be true.” William Shakespeare, “Hamlet”