I wrote this in reflection of starting fresh and erasing negativity, and then how life intercepts our purity, thus shaping how we think and live. I’ve been working on personal empowerment.
She said I’m emo.
I said I’m thirty.
He said I’m brilliant.
I said I’m fed up.
They said I’m slipping.
I said I’ve resurfaced.
I look in the mirror and laugh at the irony.
Unclothed and pure, I bathe in all that keeps me afloat.
Every sense is heightened and I’m so much more aware.
You insist I’m slipping.
I declare I’ve resurfaced.
She said I’m out of hand.
I said show me.
They said I’m crazy.
I said thank you.
This time I listen hard and a fresh melody appears.
I’m vulnerable and young, with a delicate perspective.
I’m given a new set of nerves, and life so strongly caresses each one,
while stripping me of my new found naivety, leaving me to desire more.