When the earth comes back into alignment
and the planets sing in joy, harmony
restored, I celebrate intertwinement:
connect in the knowing field part of me.
I’m cleaning up my act, leaving a map
in case I find I am a step ahead
and all these waves fill me with dread, entrap
me in fear too turbulent to steer. Spread
those wings I’ve hidden from yourself. Exalt.
Never a figment, my awesome power.
Accept my crown. The breakup of my faults
fuels my roar. Enter now empowered.
An empowering entwinement of words. Well done!
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Thanks, Mason.
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The poem itself is empowering. I love it. “Spread those wings!”
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Thanks, Sherry!
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