The Hostess
Beneath the dusty way Between the salt and sage Gliding room to room Open up the house Let freshness sweep within Deep draws of citrus dreams Chatter bursting silent seams I rise and take my place A shepherd of this space I listen The Dreamer As I climb high As I ascend As I move on My hands washed clean My heart found pure And way up here Glimpses of a dream Springs burst forth Gardens hidden along my way I receive The Confidant Deep within freedom’s heights I find a hiding place Within the secrets of my heart Courage proved strength Where air thins out And sound disperses Serenity is found I rest The Stylist What was the day I fully expressed Completely void of second guess Heart a breeze As a blouse of cotton Courageous and free Unforgotten I brave the day In foreign colours I pave the way And in Spring flutters I change The Explorer I take the time Brush off the lies I free my mind I break the trend For my little world Is filled with discovery Even in stillness Adventure stored away I set my gaze On things unseen On things above I breathe The Beautician I cannot deny It was softly spoken, “Your lips are as scarlet thread It’s nothing you’ve made Nothing you’ve added It’s simple and true Not in lashes batted” I cannot conceal I cannot contain Filled with wonder I let go The Intellectual Unlock the doors swing wide the question I will not fear the bold succession Ideas unwinding Passions grinding I stand with courage strong I lift my voice I give my all With bruises to tell My spirit stands tall I ask The Achiever I rise and resolve I steady my mind I calm and recall The strength inside A growing light An attainable feat New days, they come As eager tides They wash away The past’s cold pride I grow
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December 2023
AuthorJulia Grace Schroeder |