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Who Am I?

I’m a practising human being, a spirit in recovery…

discovery, discography, biography,

topography of a soul in the scar tissue
and holes and the bird cage crannies,

but these hips….. are my granny’s!

And these lips speak the sanity of all the wisdom I know
but don’t always practise in my fear of imperfection…

of rejection to dejection.

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

And the hope of a serene life, clean life.

Always kind and never mean life.
Never wrong and only right life. Light life, bite life…

Let the juice run down my chin!

Grin, spin, win and never lose life!
CHOOSE LIFE!

How can I refuse the blacks and blues in a palette I am given

to be livin’ what I paint with my pain?
Not refraining when it’s raining to experience the wet!

I forget, 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’m at home within my heart, within my art

Let me start again to follow from the marrow with the hollows

The still small infinity... divinity resounding! Love abounding!
Every sound and harmony disarming me

of evey smile I charmingly project

to deflect the defective me, protective me.

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

Amy Frances Walker