And that’s okay baby,
You’re on your path.
You’re not ready to be seen
While I’m ready to be felt.

When riptides collide with undercurrents
Thundering like torrential mercenaries…
Nothing on you…
However, this heart is not available
For target practice.

I’d rather be at peace with myself
Versus at war with the world.
Than to be at peace with the world
And at war with myself.

Beyond stepping into my power.
Unapologetically.
Concise Crystalline Clarity
Confiscated the confusion
And transmuted ambiguity
into blossoms that
Smell better than abandonment.

This is now my garden,
And few will pass