once upon a time
my space was small and cramped
recordings of too much too big too loud
drowning out my voice
i am growing past those limits
and into joy and hope
right to the verge of gorgeous
some days the echoes of that old
bounce off this still new place
distorted and jumbled into not enough and not quite right
and the trick is rising past it
in letting the sound just dissipate and fade
in overshadowing it with the glory of my crazy ideas and laughter
my path towards practicing plenty and perfect
just as i am
No comments:
Post a Comment