Taking Full Credit for Me
my inner voice gets louder when she thinks I am not listening to my heart.
She shouted today, loudly, startling me, so I decided to fool her.
I sat right down and faced her, my shadow, and my muse,
determined to concentrate on what they wanted me to know.
I heard them rapidly discussing this, in whispery ways.
They are not used to being listened to this hard.
They stuttered and stammered, at a loss for words
I waited, willing to hear whoever wanted to take the helm.
It took these three awhile to get their composure
I was excited to feel that I was retaining my power
one tiny idea at a time; taking full credit for me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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