Re-imagining myself as a writer, by grace, I am alive. Writing the script of my life -sifting through warm, dark, soil. Tending to the lumps that shape pages, where I’ve been, where I’m headed, how I’m still changing.
On the morning of discover,
I am the afro-haired girl
with friends of freedom,
we are soulmates,
in good company, we are miracles of change,
aggrandized gold, sprouting through the cracks
bountiful seedlings, dancing across the Alantic,
arising, gas-lighting stars bursting with higher thinking
bursting outside, with ladders of forgiveness.
kindness is our resource,
love is, its native power
hope is our brother
wisdom is our Mother
riding on the wings of the Cardinal
A Poet's Vision 
Wow! Soaring and magnificent!
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Wow — ladders of forgiveness — it means we have to climb.
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Great poem!
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Mercy! Just what I needed, Krissy. It’s not just that this poem is soul-stirring and glorious, which it is. This one is a classic! Brava!!!👏
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