"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Poem: Finding Your Song


















What I have needed, longed for, wept over,
found worthy of thought and written words,
is always evolving and, recalling myself
at 16, 25 or 40, I shake my head, incredulous.

Social cues were my trip-wires.  I walked into 
blunders so egregious that even the remembering
causes me to hide my face, sighing with shame.
Pebbles dropped into water. Lessons learned.

Each of us must find the shoe that fits, somehow.
Some of us can not wear the glass slipper,
nor pay the price it demands. Some of us dance
best in the moonlight, alone, in hiking boots.























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