Evolving Me.. a poem by Veronica Farmer

So it seems
all appropriateness
has finally left the building

So many years 
of shape shifting
and morphing
to warm
and feed others

Can't do it anymore

So what does that mean?
Am I now unkind?
Has all "nice" fled?

My heart remains open
wide and loving

​And yet
A new fierce desire rises in my body
to be the tip of the arrow
and not meander
anymore

This work demands my focus and time
and stronger language
I feel all speeding up
​
the words
said now
​laid down with gravity
create a wave of change
that cannot be stopped

This new me
scares some
but is the fuel I require
to Roar light where it will go

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