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My Truth

(Fierce)

written by: sidonamarie

@sidonamarie

 

My truth expects nothing.
Not accolades.
Not followers.
Not praise.
My truth makes room.
Invites.
Listens.
Considers.
My truth confronts.
Stands.
Roots.
Questions.
My truth ignites.
Mind.
Heart.
Spirit.
My truth a trill
Just above the melody.
A phantom.
A whisper.
A wish.
My truth a dragon.
Scales shimmer.
Blue and silver.
Talons deeply rooted.
My truth is fierce.
Gentle.
Protective.
Humane.
My truth sustains me.
By stillness.
By hope.
By peace amid chaos.

sidonamarie

sidonamarie

I have written poetry since 1977. I am a teacher first and poet second. In 1983, I graduated from Western Michigan University with a BA in English with an emphasis in elementary education. I taught for a few years and life happened. I needed to stay home to care for my son with asthma and some immune system issues. In 2003, I became a teachers aide and did that for 12 years. Now I am substitute teaching in that same elementary school. My children are grown. My son is a farmer/poet. My daughter is a classical saxophonist and working toward a degree in music performance and education.
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