I dare not proclaim to be a spoken word artist.
I am merely me
and my pen
and my paper
my brush and my canvas are my wine, listening ear, and therapy.
If only you know
how much I needed tonight
a moment to feel
and just be
and be free
free from the stress and strain of the day
free form the expectations and rules of others
free from eyes of disappointment
free from the weight of my heart
free from the pressure to be
anything and anyone other than me.
If you only knew how much I needed this moment
this pen
this mic
to exhale
to embrace...me
as well as this moment, this time and space
an opportunity
to wrap myself up in me
and call it enough
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