I carry the weight
Of love in abundance.
Of brighter days
That see with wide eyes.
I carry the weight
That is never a burden.
It’s a weight that feels light.
A weight that feels divine.
Feels like freedom.
The weight of paradise is upon my shoulders.
No pain does this heart feel.
No hate shall bound me.
A feeling surreal.
Feeling like feathers in the wind
Carried away in bliss.
This is the weight that I carry.
It’s the weight of love’s kiss.
Golden.
A monumental time
For a monumental age.
No celebratory bang.
Not one for playing charades.
Just wrapped in love
Amongst the days delight.
Gratitude ever flowing
As my inner light shines bright.
No need to utter words
Because my actions speak loud.
The reflection I see daily
Is one that I am proud.
50 years of life
With twists and turns
And lessons learned.
Ready for what the Universe unfolds before me now.
Golden.
When love is boundless,
It’s ever flowing.
Filling up a heart devoid.
Shining its light through the window to the soul.
A savior for a shattered heart.
A saving grace for a love story untold.
Love’s joy.
It’s like a little bit of heaven in your hands.
To feel its warmth and glory
Is like nothing else.
What do you see when you see me?
An intelligent woman whose free?
A poet with a knack for self expression?
A woman with the right to just be?
What song do you hear from my sweet voice?
Do I sing a song of misery?
Do I sing a song so unfamiliar to you?
Do I sing only of what you want to see?
What do you feel when we’re face to face?
Is it fear that enters your mind?
Or yet, an image of a thug or disgust?
If it is, then why can’t you feel my kind?
Even with endless cruelty, my heart still beats.
I walk forward with my head held high.
Walk with a fist in the air that you see as racist.
But I just call it solidarity, self love, and self pride.
What is it that you see within this body?
And why can’t you just see me?
My Quiet Fire In A Busy City 