At the crossroads
There’s dust
Fogging my eyes
Coating my throat
Disguised is the path of
Transformation
Beholden to no one
Traversing alone
Oh to shuck reticent ways
And embrace fortitude
A perilous journey
Necessitated by angst
To claim
What has never been proclaimed
My right to
A voice, independence
Drowned by my own doing
Born of innocence, fear
I gave myself away
But I buy myself back
Autonomy had
Always been accessible
At the crossroads
I turn left to bravery
In the end
No one can
Walk my path
But me
I will walk
To liberation
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: About finding your own voice, speaking up for yourself and not allowing others the upper hand. Being direct and honest with others who are rude, disrespectful. Exerting your independence when for so long you've been reticent and dependent. It is about becoming and the realization that independence was a choice all along.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
We all walk our own trails in this life well stated Katie. This poem brims with responsibility and taking charge. Nicely written my friend
Katie, “I gave myself away / But I buy myself back” stands out… that moment carries the whole transformation. It shifts the piece from reflection into action. Well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Good write K.
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