Poetry
I shall not cry
or be ashamed
of my past
of my failures
of my hurt
nor of my
pain.
Your life is the story that I have been looking for,
that voice and vision in which makes me see you in me.
Day after day, year after year
dying to be free, and then you appear
so beautifully expressing the meaning
of divine unity.
Caged bird…Caged bird,
Why do you STILL sing?
Seemingly… Wings clipped,
Does that make the melody that you sing all the more sweeter?
Art is…
The heart’s expression
Of the impressions
That life leaves upon us.