I don’t want to change my story, just narrate it better.
I have been a poet without words for far too long.
I am that dandelion that has grown through the cement cracks- determined to live life. No matter how hard it is or may become, I must live. I must thrive.
I have danced with the devil under pale moonlight and throttled the crowd with our show.
I am a legacy written and reborn.
I am a rebel and a fighter. A freedom fighter. Freedom to all minds far and wide. Walk through the open door, free yourself of the restraints- no one is coming to save you!
Mantra of the weary soul.
This is the view I’ve been missing. Peacefully perched atop my fav couch cushion. Face down, blanket up, chai tea or coffee within my cup. I’m grown now, finally.
About the Creator
Moni Staxx
I write through my emotions. Each poem is an excerpt from the moment in time I’m existing in at the time of writing.
My short stories reflect past observances, insights, and imaginative reflections on situations.
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Iam a warrior