She aint Rusty...

Hello lovely people. I am about to do something never before done by myself: publish one of my poems. It feels very vulnerable for people to read and know your innermost thoughts, but then again its just as theraputic. Anyway, I used to write a few years ago, then stopped. I dont really know why, but in my stay in DC/Va, Im trying to get back into it. Love.



Bringing the passion back, back from time, back to life, and back to my LIFE.
Life was easier when I put pen to PAPER.
Paper grew dimensions when I epressed mySELF.
Self-examination grew to self-APPRECIATION.
Appreciation of the things that mattered to me most were LOST.
Lost passions lead to lost FEELINGS.
Feelings grew NUMB.
Numb to repeat past MISTAKES.
Mistakes I wont make AGAIN.
Again, I digress to those co-ed YEARS.
Years I wont get back, so why not do like the Robinsons and 'Keep moving FORWARD"?
Forward I must go and upward I must GROW.
Grow into the rose Iknow I can BE.
Be on POINT.
Point to what I want and go after IT.
It seems as though im getting my mo-jo BACK.
Back from those co-ed years.
Again I digress, yet set to be the best, take no mess, reduce stress, fear life and loving less.
I will not rest til I have taken back whats mine: The freedom to trust, love, and grow.
In the words of Ms. Stone...bruised but not broken, my heart is still open.
Back to doing ME.
She aint rusty!



XOXO,

AYT