The Poetry Marathon

your unspoken promise

shatters

at my feet.

shards of shimmering

opportunity

pierce my ankles.

my bloody footsteps

leave

a trail down

stairs & hallways.

I won’t be back.

lie awake in the misty morning

and time is

a fast flowing stream

sounding the alarm

too quickly.

lie awake in the quiet of midnight

and time is

a thick muddy swamp

oozing with danger

and disappointment.

If you listen you will hear them-

calling,

whispering,

warning,

across space… across time.

listen

& you can hear them-

on the wind,

riding waves,

wrapped in music.

listen

they are right here

celebrating,

encouraging,

guiding.

if you listen.

they

don’t

want you to know.

MAGIC

is everywhere.

to fortify!

to power!

to prevail!

they

would

keep this from you, if

they

could.

they cannot.

it is your birthright.

I am unfolding

to become something new

and unafraid.

I am unearthing

root causes anchoring me

to undesirable

and unsuitable circumstances

I am unveiling

new ideas and germinating

new approaches

I am unstoppable

and fearlessly facing

my

fabulous future

words

on a page

without

rhyme or rhythm

searching

for a metaphor

luring the reader

in