Since my birth, my mom called me chameleon soul
She knew I would fly away
Like a summer breeze, I'd evaporate
Like the fog that precedes a cold rainy night
I would adapt but could never fit
An Oath
Oh Lord,
An oath to every distinct color I left in the places I've been
with no recollection or intention of taking it back
And then, at last, I was assured that this life would never be enough

May we romp in fields of poetry and hear the sweet song of life.

May we play with words and shoot arrows of phases out so they hit bull eyes of a readers heart.

May we breath deep and feel empowered in the day to scribe and celebrated.

May we have a poetry party and invite all our poetry friends.

May we unwrap the present blessings of our own talents to write like there is no tomorrow and sing in the key of love.

Lovely is the morning light that urges poem to sprout.
It is in the gently breeze that makes me want to shout.
Lovely is the dance of dance that comes as I do drift.
I now feel empowered inside of the day breaks kiss.

Lovely is the words that move in mind to grace a page
whispering in poetry that makes me writer sage.
Lovely is the sun that shines and even rain that falls.
I am grateful for my life to answer words that call.

I keep reading the words,
"I'm so tired."

I'm scared I'm going to keep reading those words
until the day I no longer
Get a response at all.