Standing in the spotlight
in the corner of my room
like a plant leaning to daylight
attempting to shed off all the gloom
I hear a voice say faintly
only you can change your you
I furrowed my brows strangely
and said OK, here's what I'm gonna do
Eliminate the baggage
toss out the phrases, can't and won't
Get a grip of understanding
the harm in never and in nope
Cut free the pieces of me hanging
caught up in braided doubt filled rope
Let go of the common slurs and nagging
that sabotages any hope
That I can be pulled out of the wreckage
better than who I was before
It's time to give the message
the new me is knocking down that door
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The Whiskered War
A domestic drama; rather, you're witnessing a millennium-old conflict over the fate of the entire planet (and possibly just a smA titanic struggle between wits and strength has been raging in the shadows for millennia: The Great Nibble vs. The Purrsecution. The cats, the furry fighters, the fascists of the feline world, occupy one corner. In the other, mice make up the squeaky squad, the small militia. The reward? Domination over the entire world (and possibly an especially tasty cheese wheel).
By Richard Weber2 days ago in Humor
Comments (5)
Self sabbotage is not healthy. Powerful poem, Kelli!
Loved your work.
Nice! I really liked "caught up in braided doubt filled rope" - loved your poem, Kelli.
Positivity overload! Love it, Kelli!
Fist pump! Love this!!