Poem: Returning – 10/12/20

I am returning from the brink of disaster and gloom,
I am returning to bright sunshine of that shared room,
I am announcing that there is so much left to say for me,
I am denouncing all that was incorrectly spoken of me.

I work my way back to the untruths,
the convoluted prisms which glint with lies and stains,
I scrub and I scrub,
I save myself,
why bother with how they’ve tainted my name
because these aren’t the lips of babes,

I am mighty here,
courageous and brave,
I will fight to save myself from the tirades of insistence,
triumphant?
Wills and wants be tamed.

I am erect with bravery,
I know not of methods that should enliven nor save me,
because I have no requirement of these,
of those,
I am living and breathing and embodying all that has been known.

My chin is high with stubborn pride,
I shan’t allow the potential of vehement jargon defeat me,
not cause a need to hide,
I am here,
I am now,
I am ready to move forward,
and I’m telling you,
there’s no room for travelling backwards.

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