Poebsy

Who am I?

I am a practicing human being.

A spirit in recovery, discovery, discography, biography.

Topography of a soul in a scar tissue

And holes in a bird cage crannies.

And these hips - are my grannies. 

And these lips speak the sanity of all the wisdom I know,

but don't always practice,in my fear of imperfection, 

of rejection to dejection...

The deflection of a dream for the comfort of ice-cream

and a hope for a serene life, clean life.

Always kind and never mean life, never wrong and only right life.

Light life... Bite life!

And the juice runs down my chin.

Grin! Spin! Win... and never lose life! 

Choose life! 

How can I refuse the blacks and blues 

and palette I am giving to be living what I paid with my pain.

Not refraining when it's raining to experience the wet.

I forget that the only thing to fear is the comfort that would 

steer me into hiding what is dear.

Let me hear in every moment that the comfort of a home

when I had home within my heart, within my art...

Let me start again to follow, from the merrow and the hollows,

the still, small infinity, divinity resounding... love, abounding! 

Every sounding harmony, disarming me at every smile I charmingly project

to deflect the defective me, protective me.

The best of me, authentically, is only what I choose to free.

Amy Walker, Who am I?