TO BUILD A MONUMENT

Zemanta Related Posts Thumbnaili have known false teachers who swept

me beneath their words, forced me out of my

orbit to fly under the radar and made it clear

that i had nothing to offer.

and although my spirit broke

when death simultaneously broke into my heart and stole,

i spent long years laughing hard

to keep the tears away and i came to be

known by my smile and not my frown.

although my heart was dislocated

and i sat there biting my nails for nothing,

i chose to grow for the same reason that a wild flower does –

because it is alive.

in my art’s luster i watched my eyes change,

and i watched my fears die a natural death.

the universe turned,

and fanned a glow that fired me into air when

my soul, mind and universe agreed that for

i have thus far acted out my life in stages, so shall i act out my life on stages.

that for as long as i have my soul in mind,

acting will be my canvas to chalk with colorful joys

and familiar pains, both with the audacity of a passion that kills;

both with a timeless finesse.

married i remain to the art that speaks my truth and fragments,

performance that towers high like a monument untouchable.