Sunday, April 8, 2012

Poem, Future Past, 4-8-12

Equate me not I wasn't it
past pain-rich memories lit

Don't berate me with your rage
Don't attempt to have me caged

Don't blame me for needs unmet
Don't blame me for grief not spent

Don't use me to filter feelings
Don't use me to process dealings

Don't project invalid pictures
Don't predict my thoughts and lecture

I have surfaced from all that
I have cleared my used up past
Drama isn't in my realm
I AM steadfast at my helm

Co-create with me and NOW
Love me carefully and know
I AM peace and I AM love
I AM a gift sent from above.

--Eve Featherstone

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