MICROPOETRY

Soul of a Poet

Free Verse

“If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be.” ― Maya Angelou

Like a blade of purple grass — like beads of sweat or morning dew — like the soul of a stitched and hemmed poet, I long to find a place where I belong.

Where do I fit in the scheme of things when I feel invisible, infinitesimally smaller than a molecule?

I sip the charcoal of the night, the backdrop of a thousand stars in a perforated sky.

Love almost feels like tarnished diaphanous light — each of us a speck of dust in this torn galaxy.

If you are day and I am night — is it not amazing when random hearts collide? Is there not beauty and wonder in both the dawn and the twilight?

From the cradle, we crawl, then walk barefoot. One day, we learn to moonwalk backwards. Defying expectations.

We babble. Like a sponge, we learn to speak. We inhale what surrounds us, trying our best to fit in. But I have come to learn that one size does not fit all.

Why does the grass always seem greener on the other side?

We climb the fence, embrace the stars — burp the silver moon — paint the night with words tender and raw. Is there something bigger and more beautiful out there beyond us? Is there a connective tissue that binds us all?

Is the soul filled with serenity or hate?

Do we fear what is not normal? Does it bend the mind?

Let me get lost in blades of purple grass, diaphanous sunsets, and charcoal nights. Let me find the poetry hidden deep within the creases of my soul. Come join me. Or go your own way. Maybe you too will find what makes your life amazing.

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