|By Muybridge, Eadweard, 1830-1904 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons|
Poetry is an Act of Purification
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Now is the time
For a cleansing of sorts. I'll wash away
All of the dirt, and every piece of grime
My soul has collected throughout my days.
I will dispel all that doesn't serve me,
and unlearn the bitterness of my heart.
Soon, I hope, I will be happy and free,
And following my passion for this art.
So, as I walk down this road made of words:
I will remember that it was my choice
To step away from the comfort of herds,
And learn once again how to use my voice.