Within the palm of my hand, I hold a mighty tool;
Capable of capturing, molding, and disseminating the mysteries of life;
With a pen in hand,
I reflect on love, sadness, victory, and strife
I share the voice of my soul;
That which has molded me and which has made me cry, sigh, and shout with glee.
Folded up, fist clenched
I depict strength of will and inner fortitude
I share the manifestation of my spirit;
My convictions gleaned from holding strong, holding on, and knowing when to bow.
I bestow the gentlest touch
I share the subtleties of my femininity; the outpouring of my soul in it’s’ trinity;
Combining all parts of me, which make me whole and capable of giving and receiving love.
In any manifestation,
There is a desire to possess only that which is real
There is no fear of loss;
Only those which, I need to depart from.
There is no grasping;
Only reaching out
To that, which is mines’.
© 2004 Celestine McMullen Allen