There once was a feisty girl from Berlin. Blonde and smart with legs built for sin. Being direct, explicit and honest, she was only slightly modest. Good on her feeling free in her skin!
As writers and poets, our work reveals our response to the people, places, and things we encounter. Sometimes, we provide wisdom too. But mostly, we unveil who we are.
Originally posted on I Write Her7/8/2018. Published here with revisions.
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my thoughts are unique or are they am i an original or just a borrower from the inspirers of my past i fear the quality words will all have been spoken i wonder when it’ll all have been said will my voice be muted before i die before i leave my mark…
my life, this winding and criss cross journey enduring the setbacks nature often offers forces an accounting of my true self’s mission
while i critiquely reflect within my soul the revelation – the person i see in the mirror is not me it hurts that i’ve lived with this stranger for so long
i vow…
no more continuing to plod along how others want me i’ll take the reins now to forge paths more to my liking my destiny means claiming my glory and being wholly present