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Luciana Fisher Poem
Inside of me and
Never letting me be
Sticking me in “my place”.
Endless circles in this race.
Curbing my courage
Undermining my wits
Restlessly putting caps on my abilities
Inexplicably
Trying so hard to fail me, never letting me breathe! No, more!
You no longer own me! Step aside, stand down, - Ms. In-se-cu-ri-ty!
Copyright © Luciana Fisher | Year Posted 2023
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Luciana Fisher Poem
Mission
By Luciana Fisher
Give yourself permission.
Permission to think,
Permission to rethink
Permission to talk
Permission to walk away
Permission to sit still
Permission to make noise
Permission to write
Permission to sing
Permission to disrupt things
Permission to make peace
Permission to cry
Permission to laugh
Permission to love
Permission to forgive
Permission to choose
Permission to travel
Permission to feel
Permission to eat
Permission to learn
Permission to have an opinion
Permission to express yourself
Permission to make mistakes
Permission to give up
Permission to start over
Permission to remember
Permission to forget.
Permission to try
Permission to fail
Permission to try again
Give yourself permission.
Permission to be
Per the mission to live.
Copyright © Luciana Fisher | Year Posted 2023
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Luciana Fisher Poem
Pickle - by Luciana Fisher
To tickle my creativity pickle,
I self-prescribed a dose of writing once a day.
Once.
Therefore, this is my writing for today.
Copyright © Luciana Fisher | Year Posted 2023
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Luciana Fisher Poem
Urgency
By Luciana Fisher
I write with an urgency
unknown to man
Insignificant as I am
I write for every woman, man, and child never able to carry a pen,
With the soul purpose
Of righting all the wrongs
That left them without a chance to leave in ink a mark of their own.
With hope
I write to inspire,
Taking pleasure in every consonant and vowel
Binding one to the next in a marriage
Forming sounds
A pleasure they have not known.
To defy time I’ll leave behind in ink a mark of my own.
A protest!
A manifesto of a kind
Give every woman, man, and child a pen, I demand!
Let them think and write a story of their own!
Let none go unknown.
I write with urgency
Good or bad
I write with urgency
Letting fleets of words meet
With the complete notion that time is limited.
So when I go,
I leave behind in ink, not a life,
but a collection of thoughts worth being known.
Give every woman, man and child a pen,
I demand!
Let them write a poem of their own.
And God, please,
Let no writing go unknown.
Copyright © Luciana Fisher | Year Posted 2023
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Luciana Fisher Poem
Virtuality – by Luciana Fisher
What can I caption
that you have not seen or heard?
In the era we are the herd
Followed, unfollowed, and blurred.
Swiping unsure of who we are or were.
Where a tick that is blue
Only turns us blue
With envy and sorrow
While our mental health sees no tomorrow
For instant grams of falsehoods and scams
Where we wear a filter but have no filter.
Where hate only grows, and love seldom shows—and still,
In an instant reel we waste yet another minute.
To conceal our pain, we swipe yet again
While we go insane
For likes often filled with disdain!
And yet we swipe yet again
Left and right,
With no end in sight
But a voice inside says — “set the phonies aside”
And stand beside,
Your best friend, Pride;
And unfriend the “friend”
That knows your name
But not your pain
Online
For a matter of gain
Sharing endlessly in vain
For a fleeting claim
To fame.
Set the device aside
Reconnect with your pride.
If you are in it for the ride
Self-esteem is the prize.
Copyright © Luciana Fisher | Year Posted 2023
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Oh, the beauty found in this tender race,
When walls crumble, revealing its truest face,
With all the wrinkles in its right place
The raw, the fragile, and all the flaws we'll come to learn to love more.
But to crack the armor, to lay it bare,
To let the world in, to show we care,
We must surrender, trust and embrace,
The vulnerability of our soul with grace.
For vulnerability is not a sign of weakness,
But a testament of strength and meekness,
Through where the light shines through,
Revealing in its essence, the authentic you.
For when we open the chambers of our heart,
When we allow it to play its part,
We invite others to do the same,
To share their stories without shame.
In vulnerability, there lies power untold.
To heal, to connect, to break through the mold,
For it takes courage to be truly known,
To let your heart's melody in the fold
So, let the tears flow, let the laughter ring,
Let it be the song we sing,
For in the depths of our soul,
Lies the beauty of the unknown.
Pour your heart out, wanderer of life,
Let vulnerability be your compass, your guide,
For it is in sharing the depths of our soul,
That we find connections that make us whole.
Copyright © Luciana Fisher | Year Posted 2024
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Luciana Fisher Poem
“Lee”
This one is going to hurt.
That is why it has taken me so long to write it,
Because a part of me still loves you and thought you would call or write me.
I know you need your time; you have your process, and I respect it.
But today, today, I was ready. I opened the drawers.
I picked up your sweaters, this time not to smell it but to
fold it nicely and carefully place it in a box,
the first of many items, ready to go, because I am ready to let go. Let go of the hope that we could still be. I said my goodbyes to you slowly, thoughtfully, letting every memory of every outing and every snuggle flood my brain, and with every packed trouser, shirt, and pair of socks, I was able to smile and embrace every memory with nostalgia and gratitude.
You were with me through some of the toughest times in my life; we uplifted, loved, and encouraged one another for four years, and we loved through the laughter and the tears.
As I pack your things, I no longer have fears. We have grown apart, but the memory of us will forever live in my heart. I am grateful for the time we shared and am proud of who we are; maybe in another life, we would have married and stayed merry, but in this one, I am filling boxes with your things.
In this one, I can only cherish the moments we had as I say goodbye and wish you love, luck, and happiness.
Happiness, I, too, know I will find.
But know that part of me will forever love you,
and although my heart is heavy,
today, I know I am ready.
Yes, it did hurt,
but in the process, it also healed,
And the box is now sealed.
~Luciana Fisher
Copyright © Luciana Fisher | Year Posted 2024
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