My Beat

My Beat… Marching to a beat I call my own No one knows because the beat is in my head Like a metronome I keep in step I at times stop to take in some breaths The ocean speaks aloud Filling in the holes that may be manifesting inside my soul And the air … The cool of the breeze is like a soft kiss goodnight On my cheek, on my forehead, on my heart that at times needs a jump-start I’m catapulted into a realm no one else can see, which helps me keep going to my own beat Many won’t understand and may even become perplexed but my steps are for me to grasp and make. Marching to a beat I call my own at times this road leaves me filling alone but fear and lies never made me strong so like the dirt I am sure to step upon from time to time I have to be sure to wash all doubt off as well And look into the depths of me which holds me closely. Always encouraging me to aim for the greatness I deserve. And the whispers and lies that I at times hear are just the small traps that attempt to capture me whole But never will they succeed for they know not the beat I am following. ©StephanieGutierrez2015