How Can I Tell You?

As the sun flare knocks me out, I’m changing
in ways language can’t track. “I take a nap.”
In the dark, pugnacious, I’m exchanging
fighting words with my reflections. Unwrap

the filters, the false narratives which shred
upon inspection. Witness, at peace, clues,
insights: natural power strips dead
ways. Each slave collar revealed. In the true

expansion of now, I lift my controls
self-imposed despite the stories spoonfed
from birth. A tourist in a strange new land
I embrace the sun. Illusions, moon-led

no longer. I am the song’s harmony.
I bring unstinting praise. Blessings, dear world.
Rippling like light, I touch wordlessly
the change, allowing as my dark unfurls.

Inspired by: Pugnacious, Peace, Natural and Tourist.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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