
Awakened by
Voices of early risers
Small children
With big voices
So much
Personality
They occupy
Far more space
Than their bodies
Would belie
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Awakened by
Voices of early risers
Small children
With big voices
So much
Personality
They occupy
Far more space
Than their bodies
Would belie
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A fierceness within
Combining with dignity
The King of Narnia
Facing down my fears
Resisting despair’s summons
Living by my terms
Awoke by the rooster’s call
Train horn echoing miles to me
White noise from cars
Hurtling down the freeway
Birds speaking much as they have
For millennia uncounted
A look into the boundaries
Of infinity
Innocence’s core
Deep into the abyss
Consumed by our longing
Willing sold for love
A fair trade?
Focused on kindness
A legacy for my mother
Changing the world
Abandon all that we are
So we can become
All that we might be
I see myself trapped by my past, by the barriers erected from fear, insecurity and doubt. “Grow past them…” I counsel myself. “Push past them. They are but vapor, illusion, less real than the dreams. Dreams create! So I shall focus on them.
Her heart of stone
Sedimentary rock
Made of pressure
Upon layers of
Heartache and
Pain