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.

NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE. I am now free.

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Photo by me.

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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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