Self Care; Transmute
Shedding old words like loosing weight,
When the love for good outweighs hate.
We wear words like our birthday suit,
Under outward disguises on mute.
Fearless confrontations of injustice,
Fearful demons say “trust us”.
Forget not the law of a mirror,
Reflected darkness appearing clearer.
Societal lies burden shoulders,
from womb to tomb like massive boulders.
Loved ones (un)knowingly uphold,
Carrying out what they’ve been told.
The space exists to find inner truth,
Deep and rich like sweet vermouth