“Others around you may be succumbing to their own misperceptions and lack of energizing spirit—but that doesn’t mean you have to. And as an aside, if you decide you want to help those you care about and lift them up, try doing it without logic and imagination and see how far you get.”~Jon Rappoport
It might be a trick of the light, black dog
in the trees picking shadows. She’ll freeze
before frolic, her hunting genes guiding
this game of surprise and wild flight.
I’ve activated angel lobes, the rise
of higher human virtues. There’s such pain
in facing all these shadows I once tricked
and subjugated in my own dark cells
a dungeon of survival’s canny make
encouraged by sweet persistent light
to open now as the endgame reveals
my powers to heal, uplift and create.
Soundcloud recording here.
Inspired by Shadows, Outlandish, Frolic, Picking, the Saturday Stream of Consciousness prompt Trick, and the very last OctPoWriMo 2020 Day 31 prompt Light, Dark and Shadow (embrace all aspects of yourself).
My main focus in November will be NaNoWriMo. I may continue my prompted poems as well. Not sure how often I’ll post here. Take care and see you on the other side! (December).