Place me in a room
And I'll disappear
Into the background
I'll become the fly
On the wall
With ears
Listening
With eyes
Watching
Pull me into a conversation
and I'll blend
Into the words
I'll become the mirror
With lips
Smiling
With voice
Laughing
Push me into the spotlight
And I'll pretend
For the crowd
I'll become the stage
With hands
Waving
With tongue
Telling
Put me in a cell
And I'll melt
Into the floor
I'll become the earth
With body
Folding
With mind
Faltering
But
Let me be
And I'll transform
Into something new
I'll become myself
With heart
Unfurling
With spirit
Soaring
About the Creator
Alyssa Musso
A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
This spoke to my core! Very relatable and masterfully penned! Excellent poem, Alyssa!
Absolutely fabulous inspiring lines @Alyssa Nicole
Oh, this is stunning, Alyssa! Love the intimacy and vulnerability. For anyone who is pressured into stuff by society, family, whoever, this will likely be relatable, as it was for me! Stunning poem, Alyssa!
Heck yes!! This made my blood sing! Deft and majestic 🙌🏽