Temptation
in a manner of deprecating one’s worth
is a dangerous thing, 
where is poetry 
that puts uncertainty to sleep?

Wisps of ache and ephemeral clouds 
make their way into the passageway 
of my heart 
must we adhere to limitations 
set by society and fall apart? 
where is poetry 
that rebels and soars with careless wings? 

I am hope, I am song 
as silent kiss of dawn that awakens desire 
which has been asleep for too long,
mine is the poetry 
that echoes endless descriptions of growth,
of change that looks past hesitation
in attempt to run
undaunted through autumn fields

as dreams rush forth in bloom and breath.  

 

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Posted on “Weekend Challenge” @ Real Toads 

Posted on the poetry pantry @ Poets United