So Hey…

no, you do not get to tell
me what to do any more…
if there is a time I wish
to dance in silvery flashes of
purple and green while the beat
shudders, then that is where I am.
should I leave late, arrive
late, stay late, I might just get in
those two conversations that help
me deal with the positivity I receive
and help me deal with the future I choose;
when I have something to say
now I do not have to gauge the
room and assess what the reaction
night is compared to the silent day.
I can just say,
this is the time I can be
happy and recall the years that I
lived to move, when I could Activate
my own reality by sunset or stargazing;
now I can refill my desire
to live, with a song or a book, or a
talk with a good friend. I will
claim control over my destiny and
no you do not get to tell
me what to do any more…

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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