I woke up this morning
needing to feel the wind on my skin
needing an ocean to dive in.
Feeling like the life I’ve lived is a sin,
a crime against myself. The time
I use up, minutes to hours
turned into years full of fear,
trying so hard to steer
To go down one path, walking so fast,
singing some stupid song.
I kept coming back here,
Face to face with an option to rise
To shrug off this accidental disguise
and guide myself
Following the moon and
drawing love TO me.
I won’t chase things that aren’t meant to be.
I am finally comfortable with being who I am, with
Taking a stand.
My voice is pure
no more back up singers
no more hate bringers.
I have this tiny flower inside me
growing, every breath I take
I feel it tilt and shake.
But my earthquakes can’t break it
miniature vines curling and unfurling,
winding around the delicate parts of me.
Setting my soul free
Breathe, dragon lady
you’re suffocating lately,
Rid your throat of red hot bite,
expel what doesn’t melt on your tongue, what
doesn’t take flight.
Light your own way.
Be your own flame, grind & slay.
Your thoughts are lessons and your
actions are tests.
Close your eyes, feel
your way forward.
Leave any thoughts that are borrowed.
And the undulating picture depends on
your shift, as you
flow and grow. It’s lonely though.
Sometimes dark and slow.
Be gentle and rest in safe places, show all your faces.
Expose your grace, but
don’t hold back, don’t be
afraid of your inky black.
Embrace the magnificence of you.
Let it flow through.
Let everyone know, too 😉
Be in its fullness, your “you”-ness,
Shannon Mastromonico is married with one fur baby named Calliope. She has been writing poetry since her preteen years, but it was mostly angsty and full of thesaurus words. One of her biggest dreams, as she approached young adulthood, was to publish a book of her own poetry. One day recently, a light bulb appeared above Shannon's head and she wondered why she had this dream if she never ever tried. So she picked up her pen and put it to paper, writing some new and very different poetry. Her style and process both changed completely, as she gave up on perfectionism and made way for evolution. She now runs a blog, podcast and etsy shop, just for the sheer creative joy of it. She still has that dream of publishing her own poetry.