Every step I take
is planted firmly on the ground.
It may seem I am
bouncing from here to there,
showing up everywhere,
and at times
like I'm flying.
But every place I go
and person I meet,
I am guided by feet that
no longer have to be
on false fronts, leading me
to create imaginary faces
just to be liked.
Every time the church says
it's the solid Rock
where I should stand.
But this is not that type
of testimony. Rather
this is a declaration,
a declaration of me,
finally me without having
to form a platform to perform
for I don't have to anymore.
Instead, I am home,
standing as I am,
feet firmly planted
on solid ground.
Open Mic at Art6 Gallery
4 comments:
Enjoyed your poem, Vernon. I feel the pain of having to "create imaginary faces just to be liked" and the release of "standing as I am." Thanks for posting.
solid ground is the place to be...and feeling secure enough in it not to have to perform tricks to keep others interested...good stuff man...
"finally me without having
to form a platform to perform
for I don't have to anymore." -
words we could all live by at times i think ;-)
thanks vernon!
Great to get rid of that stage. Great lessons here, and cleverly expressed.
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