In this moment
Que sera, sera
Scattered masses
In body
In mind.
Hours crawling
in languid design.
We are, but aren’t
in mind of one.
Still broken
and masters to none.
Little pockets, here and there
all talking, without a care.
And in my corner, here I stay
to watch the politics play.
Until that moment comes.
She walks in purpose, in my sight
and stops beneath the light.
She looks at me expectantly,
truth be told, incredulously.
Careless, like its night.
“Sing” she says, emphatically,
ignoring all the chatter.
And for once, to my surprise
my mistakes don’t matter.
Before there’s time
to play a mime
and shrink into my chair,
I sit up tall, addressing all
and take a breath of air.
The words flow forth effortlessly,
silencing both bays,
As the melody enchants,
gathering their gaze.
For once, I finish willingly.
For once
I’m not me.
Blushing to overt applause,
in this moment, I am free.
About the Creator
Cassandra Warren
Mom, USAF veteran, Lupus survivor, and aspiring writer. Take a stroll inside my mind.
Comments (2)
This felt so powerful and liberating! Loved your poem!
Fantastic poem!