This is one poem in a series from the “Write to Recover” group I facilitate. I put them together from phrases that resonate with me while participants read, adding nothing but punctuation and the occasional conjunction. This one is comprised of the words of four participants who were writing on the theme, “Your own voice.”
Distractions of the necessary,
Ants scurrying around the concrete of life.
But I am not spineless;
My spirit can fly.
A shimmer of aliveness,
Like a baby carries a big lot of love.
I remain quiet
To protect my being,
The true essence of me;
This gnarly mess–
My very “I am” self,
A fresh flowing fearless frequency.
Sit gently like
A grain of sand in time — rock time
To hear myself out,
Another human hand holding hope, and
Nurture lovingly and meaningfully
Because I am real and worthy of love.