poetry

Success is being safe
Inside your own heart
Such that your words
Rhyme with your own intentions.

And so you practice in solitude
Your friends knowing exactly where
You are, to support you,
Not knowing necessarily who you are

Until you tell them
And they love you all the more.

Success is taking time to breath
And know that you know what you know.

When fireworks strike the air around you
Announcing memories of struggle and violence
Success turns you inward

Where the dance is openly choreographed
Where the dawn is carefully realized
And the dreams quake asunder
Turning bright in silence.

csjasper, 7/5/20, 4:14 am