Un-sure

I’m unsure of myself. I’m scared of what others might think.I used to be a bold tiger,But now I’m just a slug.I consider myself a humanAnd sure, that means I’ve got a soul,But oftentimes I question what that meansAnd for what and what for.I’m unsure of who I was.Memory doesn’t serve me right,In fact, it … Continue reading Un-sure

Prodigious

Pebble and shell (shattered) scratch inside my eyes.My heart sags less- hopefulness- not stressed and yet hypnotized.Hypnotized or hypothesized? I feel new, grand, rewritten.A pull on one muscle tweaks two to be risen.I stretch out a finger, all four of them glistenIn moonlight that reveals to me -plainly- a vision.My tail rocks wall and wall- … Continue reading Prodigious