Winter Solstice 2012 (12/19/12)
All I am arises with
my very own thoughts.
A red cross-grain
ribbon left over from a gift-long forgotten,
a bright pink
lipstick, too chicken to wear, the hum of the dryer.
The clutter on my desk
distracts me
Sleepy but the words
of this Poem will keep me awake
Until (unless) I let
them spill out onto this page.
“All I am Arises”
All I am arises with
my very own dreams
If you had asked me
when I was
Six years old what I
wanted to be
When I grew up I’d
have said
“The President of the United
States”.
It never occurred to
me I couldn’t until
Someone told me
so. Well since I’m not
“The President of the
United States”
you may guess the impact that information had
on my dreams.
All I am arises with
my very own desires.
A lover once told me I
wanted too much.
Love, passion, family,
home, friends, fun, adventures, intimacy, the salty spray of the ocean in my
hair
Pretty much broke my
heart in two when I realized he was not the one for me.
I wasted so much time
with someone that doesn’t even deserve to speak my name.
All I am arises from the
depth of my soul:
A fierce heart of a
mama bear
Fairy wings of a
butterfly
Strong tail of a
hump-back whale and
Roots, trunk and
branches of a redwood tree.
I am ALL that arises
I am all
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