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She Be a Poet ~ The Day She Left

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Faces change yet remain familiar,

eyes wide with paranoia,

obvious disdain,

cracked glass and minds

clear signs of pain.

Distance and fear grow,

resentment peaks,

pacts and pledges of togetherness,

where are those opinionated tongues,

careful and positively meek.

Navigate changing pathways,

cat’s eyes set boundaries tight turns,

mind and mileage drive adventures,

on land that perpetually burns.

‘Energy is Everything’, a mantra, the ace up my sleeve,

intuitive, empathic, complicated soul,

heart set vision; of the day she leaves.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2022

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She Be a Poet ~ Shangri La

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Take me on a journey I want to see,

the world and its colours,

the blue of the sea.

Mountains, thawed snow peaks,

they hide in grey clouds,

home to the Gods,

resting place of the proud.

Beauty in places so far out of reach,

the warmth of the people,

as they frolic on the beach.

Happiest are children playing in the sand,

knowing only of their world,

oblivious to the pain of faraway lands.

Senses are suddenly woken,

sight, sound, and smell,

new friends are made so easliy,

they invite you to dwell.

Open you become to the wonders you see,

a fading life for others,

Shangri La to me.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2022

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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

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She Be a Poet ~ Unclouded Mind

Artist Credit: Shira Barzilay

When the hard rain quits,
fought with the heroism of the sun,
puddles of despair dry, kind weather,
healing has begun.

When the unruly wind diminishes,
losing its power and flex,
stillness fortifies the mind,
welcoming what will be next.

When the shady clouds scurry,
tail between formations and lies,
the view is crystal clear now,
temperate in salvation,
the forecast?
A fair goodbye.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021