New Songs
You broke me,
then you woke me,
then I left
***
with my dog,
and my pick-up truck,
and my runaway-bag.
***
At the cross-roads,
I drove away from the money,
and the stringy promises;
***
heading toward the horizon beyond.
***
At that turn, I decided -
I would never dance again
to the beat of someone else’s drum.
***
I turned up my own music;
the ballads with driving beats.
And then I felt my thumping heart.
***
Arms raised in songs of freedom,
my smile shone brightly
in the colors of the sun.
***
Written from the time I decided to leave my x-husband to claim the identity waiting for me. Thanks for reading!
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KJ Aartila
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The world gives us opportunities to define our selves, to either become what we are or be what they made us. Sometimes, like the bodhisattva, we decide we can't move on while leaving others behind. Sometimes, leaving others behind is the best thing for all concerned. You captured the beauty of moving on well!
FReedom awaits. Never again being defined by someone's else's overbearing ego is such a joy. Run and never look back.
I actually was singing while reading this, I loved it
I think this is empowering! Well done.
Damn, that was so freeing to read! I loved your word choices and phrasing. What a wonderful entry, Keila :)
May the drumbeat you now hear resonate with who you are deeply & intimately. And may you dance.
At that turn, I decided - I would never dance again to the beat of someone else’s drum. This stanza was my favourite! Loved your poem!
A great promise ahead , poem. Love
Excellent. Love that last stanza.