The days are so uncertain, yet, I am excited for what is to come,
Fingertips no longer sore, blistered and bloodied; trying to hold on.
Dramatic states passed before, there isn’t much that can shock,
I tread softly now, soles of my feet crushed velvet, barefoot, no socks.
I just stopped reaching, Carpal Tunnel took its toll,
Repetitive, negative syndrome, disabling beast, way out of control.
Fired shots from narcissists, I dodged their repellent game,
They tried and failed pathetically, altruism, they missed their aim.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2021
Sage burns in dank dark corners, my mind is set alight
Flickering, sparking, glowing; long into the night.
Sage speaks to me in wisdoms my ancestors got right,
Bold and brave philosophers, self-aware rational fight.
Sage smoulders in polluted air, it cleanses now I breathe,
Fragrant smoke it whispers, no more choking,
‘Arise my suffering knees.’
© Michelle Sotiriou 2019
Caught in mindless trivia the air begins stink,
I find my soul is fading, tilting, nervous, on the brink.
Deep breaths, I emerge from negativity, own air, it seems to work,
The foul inside banished forever, be gone, tip toeing, you lurked.
It took soul-searching to find you, instinct whispers you are there,
I breathe you out, no drama or dramatic flare.
Dark grey hue, you are smoking, fuming at my nerve,
Glittered aura replaced you, shining brighter, this is love.
@Michelle Sotiriou 2014