The majesty of my ethereal being is within
gifting me an enlightened puissance.
I am perspicacious.
I’m those things that matter
to myself, my family, my community, and my world.
It’s not fleeting.
I remain who I am in the face of darkness and doubt.
This caring, this is me.
This strength, I share with you
as we all march on.
“Men are every bit as sneaky and calculating and venomous as women are widely suspected to be.” Lili Loofbourow
“Did I do that? OH! I’m sorry, that was not my intention.”
“Ugh, I suck. Can you forgive me? “
Eyes of innocence before me for the 1000th time.
Him being purposefully confused to purposefully confuse me.
Slick like oil.
An engineered game well-played to my detriment.
I am maneuvered purposefully, skillfully.
Me still loving, trusting and believing.
Directed by his intention I question myself.
My judgment is slipping.
For the last time.
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
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
Here’s to always taking our power back! RAWR
The form, the message – it’s all good! Enjoy this piece by Sadje! 🙂 Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Identity” July 13, 2020
Eugenia is the host of Eugi’s Weekly Prompt
Your Weekly Prompt – Identity – July 13, 2020
No one can be me
It is my unique identity
I was gifted with it when I was born
I will keep this identity till the day I die
In between this time, I can develop, hone and refine it
I can make it better or just exist in what I started with
It can be work in progress or it could be a finished product
It has to be my choice what I want my identity to be
You know me by my identity
I am the only one
That is me!
what is that we value
a look, a position, the message
whatever it may be
i do hope we take substance
because without that, what matters?
because what we feel, think, hear
is not up for discussion
…the truth is most important
This piece can take you in many directions, but for me, it resonates that this is a story of a woman who is in control of her life. What does it say to you?
Within her hands she holds the key
To unlock this forest’s mystery
But she is the only one to know
Will never let these secrets go
Though another lies in wait
For that perfect moment, unlock the fate
Of all who dwell within these woods
To release the forest’s ghostly goods
At last she senses, this maiden fair
Of who he is, she best beware
As he creeps closer, where she stands
And reaches out his unearthly hands
In hopes he can retrieve this key
Believes it belongs to only he
One more step, he is oh so near
And just like that, she disappears
Never able to uncover the mystery
It is locked away, the key, with she.
I will decide what is normal.