Follow creativity; creatives pull out brush stokes at midnight,
sinner ‘s release of inhibition,
rise and fall like b`r`e`a`t`h` rises and falls of each s`o`l`l`y`l`o`q`u`e`
My breathe expands like midnight,
as insides expel and belly, now swollen, descends; deflated balloon.
Holding so much written word;
blank canvas stares straight into your soul, beginning to be used.
On the rise to a figurative stance, rehearsing lines like a proposal,
you are dedicating yourself to yourself; the one who needs love the most,
trepidation not indicated, smile as you ponder yourself even further.
I will t`a`k`e` more of, I will take l`e`s`s` of,
Your eyes glimpse at the once despised creature,
now, beaming with love’s light beam,
You ascend and descend like a swollen belly,
but it feels a`l`r`i`g`h`t; alright.
When have you given yourself permission to self-love?
Anna Rozwadowska 2019