When the sun has risen
I am divided
into so many pieces
I chop my words to please gods
who, I think, listen
at times
& bury their head in their hands
when my choices are wrong
And they’re often wrong
And I’m often proven right since
my burdensome show
of proof is never
expecting things to
work — so
When they do, when the flow rolls just
Right &
I don’t have to think
I just feel …
And it’s marvelous
–LM
[Authors Note: inspiration “If” by Rudyard Kipling]
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This was such a magical poem, Lauren! 😀 Powerful blend of daunting anxiety over weaving just the right words and that warm rush of relief when it all comes together perfectly ❤ *chef's kiss*
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Wow, this was really powerful! “I chop my words to please gods” I so so loved this line. Really well crafted, loved it ❤❤
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Thank you AB! I am so so touched. I’m glad you liked this. ❤
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Always a pleasure 🙂
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