Michaela Renee Solomon Poet Bio

My Mess is a Message

My Mess is a Message

Meteorologist of my own mess, call me the

Meteorologist of my own mess-

I track storms in my grìt on like Doppler on

Mandate, pressure rising, problems spiraling, 

But I stand in the middle of the neurosis

Reporting live with faith in my viewpoint 

And humor in my pouch.

Life throws twisters, I throw gags.

I've been drowned, shaken, hit with winds 

Meant to break me-

But I learned to read the weather and walk

Through  the showers like it's part of my

Training, my mess ain't a warning- it's a 

Forecast of resilience.

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