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 ~ 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

She Be a Poet – I Wander

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Walking with no destination, just to pass the time,

Be at one with nature, slippery mud and rainfall combine.

Trees are swaying, swooning over the sun,

She breaks between storm clouds with a shy expression

“Catch me if you can, hon”.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

She Be a Poet – The Social Distance Blues

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I haven’t hugged a soul for weeks, or called them ‘Darling’, that’s their name

The Social distance blues are real and shitty who’s to blame?

Daily mindful mantras start with hashtag please #bekind

Wander in woods my therapy, leafy footsteps chakras aligned

Netflix is my closest friend, on-screen pleasures, hidden gems

Cover me in popcorn son of Uhtred, Viking trends

HIIT I breathe in fresher air, mother earth environment bliss

Round and round she goes, sun-kissed

She spins

She keeps on spinning.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2020

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