Recal – Lib – erate (Happiness)
All that is safe, Faux confidence, sparks of real, Take invisible demands off your plate, Abscond, Nothing wrong with your need
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Recalibrate
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Liberated being
No f&£s to give
Taking everyone’s needing, my own demands,
off our plate
Technically, time-off
No time, in totality
Space fully unlocked
Kicking out all the
empty, What ifs
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What wasn’t meant for me
Wasn’t meant for me
Kicking up feet, that belong in altitude Unseasonably, legitimately, down
For mind-numbing, reality
Absorbed by overthinking and
paralysis
The voice quivers, heart beat quickens
Nah, be off with you, Bruce!
It’s never TV, without writing
Walking, without inspiration
Sloping off for
recalibration without
nervous perspiration
The thoughts of jumping
through hoops are separate
I walk away, now
Inspired by a little boy that
is a superstar
He walks, he runs
Delicate with the butterflies
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With joy, he shoots
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They are all awesome
I want them to always know
Poetry is everywhere
Years of questioning, on what I don’t know
Whether, I’m delivering
Who dictated this (Bruce?!)
And, for whom?
I don’t need you
Bruises from being let into your
treasure trove
You try to suck me into the weeds
No way, this time,
I’m safe to be loved
and implode
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And, the fire wants to dance,
Dance, until I explode!
Because we can all buy ourselves
flowers
Line them up as cheering fans
Not needed, we
already know
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My notes: Recal – lib – erate (Happiness) / All that is safe /Faux confidence, sparks of real / Take invisible demands off your plate /
Abscond /Nothing wrong with your need
to abbreviate / If I go in there deeply
I go in, it will never not be so /
Try to go in simplistically, with complicated essence / All I can’t help but show (juxtaposition, writing flow, friendship, what made matters, joy, loving) Being proud of the little girl I know
Silliness, all that is true
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