You must reach in, when you have the urge to reach out, reach in, you have to grow YOU from the inside out….tend to your own garden…sustain your own divisible lot…you have all you need right within you…..all the tools necessary to succeed, everything you could ever want lives and breaths in you, as you, you are a poetic touch of progressive love…..living and breathing, vibrant and enough.
So go ahead, just dive in, head first, face your fears and your demons, face your lies and bouts of anger and bitterness, face your guilt, face your pain, hold that little person inside real tight and tell them that they are safe and loved. This is a hands on activity, So come prepared to get your hands a lil dirty as you weed out all of the undesirables.
And once you’re done clearing & cleansing,
embrace your triumphs and accomplishments, embrace your truths and bouts of joy and laughter,embrace your innocence, embrace your healing and hold the hand of the adult that is ready and prepared to walk this journey with an insatiable appetite for what is righteous and real…..just reach in…..its all right there…..just waiting for the Amazing and most incredible You.
The Sun is about to shine a new day
Maybe I’ll feel you today Maybe you will reach out to me Embrace me, captivate me Maybe I can do the same for you
The stars are about to be out of sight
They will surrender their boldness to the sun
And dawn will break the darkness of the night
The birds will sing praises; the sky will celebrate with vibrancy
As the sunrise paints the color of a new day
I long to be as free as a bird
As vibrant as the sky
And as energetic as the sun, I am inspired
Mother Nature is my role model
She’s who I want to be when I grow up
She possesses all the qualities I want to radiate
I long to be as sweet as a rose
As wild and as sensual as an orchid
I want to flow like a river
Stand tall like a mountain; be as cool as a breeze
Mother Nature she’s my hero
She shows me exactly how to be a woman
I’ve been writing all my life it seems. When I was a child, I would stay up at night, writing and drawing while everyone was asleep. Some things never change as I’m still up late, writing….
Writing is a tool of expression.I find it to be quite revealing and also during the process of penning your thoughts to paper, quite therapeutic. Ok, that is the therapist in me talking.
While at Morgan State University, I wrote several poems and decided to compile them into a book, I titled, “Me, My Soul & I”. Each week as I work on revising and updating some of the poems, I will post a poem from my book until I’m finished and ready to publish.
I would like to invite you with me on this journey of self-publishing my book. Just keep in mind, I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my shit….lol. ( I love that line from Erykah Badu‘s Tyrone Live video).
I wrote a poem want to hear it here it go (In Living Color, lol):
Bed of the Womb
As I bath it is as if I am in the bed of the womb
When I move my body the water ripples
As I go deeper I submerge my nipples
The flicker of the candle reflects off my glistening thigh
As I rinse all my cares and wring them dry
Vapors of steam evaporates in thin air
All my worries and burdens start to disappear
In the bed of the womb I experience a rebirth each time
It’s where my soul meets my heart then my body, then my mind.
It’s where I am one with the one that creates us all as one.
Cleansed from the inside out, a new start I have begun.
I’m light as a kite, My soul takes flight
In this sanctuary where my body and spirit is naked and free
I find me and I set me Free.
Be Free Publishing….