Ovine
a poem.
Which direction do I take this?
Not just left or right, down or up.
Time is of the essence and I am in line to direct.
Not just perform but calibrating responses of authenticity,
All while summing the story up.
They not just ask me to respond,
They call on me to create.
Create a moment worth living while having a statement to make.
This could define me.
This could shape the powers that be.
This a mindful thought bubble,
Only the ones with such responsibility will see.
Do I come as the Devil?
Do I come as my name sake declares,
a Lamb?
Do I release the pure velocity of my presence?
Do I revert back to the treacherous waters I've swam?
"Come as I am."
I visualize, I recite.
But truth be told,
I am petrified of the invite.
Cause I may walk by faith and not by sight
But there are still heavy winds I have to fight.
Dust, of what was and remains no more.
Debris, from the unexpected, broken promises and disappointment,
Have left both my eyes and feet sore.
But that's not the point,
Because the point is here and now.
What story will I tell,
If I am blessed to see tomorrow?
If I am blessed to see tomorrow?
To lead?
To follow?
Or perhaps, two in the same?
To be a Leader being guided being the goal I strive to aim.
Because in that I see it bears no shame.
I don't declare myself the begin and end.
I am somewhere in the midst,
I comprehend.
I heed to precious guidance given.
Accepting all blessings in my path I am meant to attend.
Be one of Many,
Within a blend.
I apprehend.
A mind of my own.
One of Purpose.
One of Power.
One of Unity.
And still being one of a kind.
I mind that, I own it in my mind.
Being a part of collective,
Proven selective and travels handled,
Oh so careful.
Living,
While learning to lead.
Being led by something so present, so wise and so faithful.
Placing such grace and mercy on and within me.
BMynroe
RaChelle-Denise
