Thursday, March 11, 2010

I am collecting my tools around me.
I am polishing my skills once generously betrothed to me
Long ago.
I am formulating a plan
To build a statue of expression.
Layers and layers of fertile soil to determine the life
And depth of this fragile terrain.
I am drilling beneath the unturned stone to
Bring oxygen to an untouched earth,
Where the presence of a dream has haunted my soul
Since my soul began to search for itself.
I am preparing my body to take on the burden of the
Inevitable weight of discovery.
I am training my lips to give form to the words.
I am loosening my fingers to bring rhythm to the song.
I am saluting my past to pass reason on my belief.

1 comment:

  1. Yeah!!!!
    signed up! it took a while, I hadn't been on this site for 3 years, so had to reconnect...
    This is absolutely stunning, and Like I said close to home...
    You're an inspiration.... I love you deeply...