She Be a Poet ~ Healing Hands

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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

She Be a Poet – Sacred Sage

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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

She Be a Poet: Glittered Aura

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