Barefoot Beauty
I can feel the anger within my fingers
The infuriating recollection forever lingers
I sway to the beat of the singing blues
And pick up the memory, it’s mine to use
I feel it still and still I become
The electric music, I hear it hum
My legs, closed. My wings, spread.
Second time around, I break you instead
Standing whole, its now over and done
I let you chose. Fight, hide or run
No longer climbing, I am the well
Deep and clear, with wisdom I swell
Reflecting cloudless, clear blue skies
A lux light to which now blinds YOUR eyes
Beware the angel, her wings will smother
Beware the wolf, with courage like no other
Beware the owl whose eyes do pierce
Beware the tiger, both beautiful and fierce
Beware the snake, unnoticed and unseen
Beware the waters, both troubled and serene
Blocked by a shield of immense immunity
Beware the girl, the barefoot beauty.
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