Free (poem)

The other me brandishes an epiphany, riding shotgun.

He waves his eureka lightbulb at those who wish to redo that which was undone.

Untied, unbolted. Revived, revolted.

I watch as insecurity and fear of failure,
scamper into the glutinous darkness of non-wonder.

Dancing for those who have not yet seen the light.

Through sacred flight my epiphany arrives for all and is delivered in three.


Photo by me.


About The Other Me

Londoner born and raised. Living in Denmark. Occasional singer/songwriter, music fan, nearly author, recovering procrastinator. To read or listen to the amateur stuff I call my art, click on the picture and press the links to either my FB, Wordpress or bandcamp pages. Thanks
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