life

She Be a Poet ~ Fierce Femininity

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She is her very own masterpiece,
her most important work.
Who else could cultivate a face of facts?
Stories embedded,
deep within skin and spirit.

And still, she lifts the corners of her lips to smile,
her only weapon, a saviour’s choice,
rescuing herself from the clutches of misery,
dodging it more than once.

Survival mode is second nature,
fierce femininity her fuel,
tired, inspired, wilful, skilful,
philosophical – intuitively true.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2022

life, Poetry

She Be a Poet ~ Truth is…

Overthinking weighs heavy on my chest,
panicked by thorny questions,
from people who know best.

I’ve reached a strange place now,
this wasn’t meant to be,
I did not see this coming,
I cry so much I can’t see.

Another fight, barriers higher,
a different state of play,
spiritual friends they guide me,
convincing me to pray.

Stay positive trending mantra,
impossible, painfully insincere,
fingers bleed from clinging on,
swaying aimless, no feeling,
no fear.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

life, Poem, Poetry, words, Writer blog

She Be a Poet ~ Fantasy Green

Image Credit: Francisco Provedo ~ Inner Light

The cold wind hit me hard today as I walked,
it slapped my skin without warning just like life.
You know how it goes, life is good and then it turns,
life is cool before unexpected burns.

Fresh buds are peeping from the ground,
bluebell blanket caresses the forest like a lover.
Petals droop without reciprocation,
run, run for cover.

Keep on moving I say – to myself that is,
affirmations set in natures ears.
Green hues act as balm and bandaid,
skin so worn, tortured by all that is dear.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

life, Poetry

She Be a Poet ~ Epiphany Floats

Image Credit: Kate Anderson – Woman Floating Under The Full Moon

I’m tired of pondering on the past,

I mean, I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to feel bored, that’s not like me at all.

That third eye manifestation is real, I see it and it sees me, hello epiphanies, I’ll take your hits,

I love being awakened as you sprinkle sense and grit.

Always the same format though, I get down to get back up,

Hmmm…

But what if I rise instead?

Floating would be a heavenly change, the idea of ease is appealing,

Weightless, free from the bruises of repeated kneeling.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021