My Youth
A poem
I used to find myself breathing
I used to feel my lungs breathing
Flowing through the core of me to a place of comfort and peace
The winds breezed calmly over my organs keeping them vital
I remembered who I was then
I flew through the sky like a paper doll
Set adrift on a memory of my royal assignment
My eyes looked upon my tribe with courage
A warrior Princess in full knowing of my power
My hands would raise and call the kingdom to stand
And with grace I welcomed them to sit at my table
I gave birth to love, to life, to light
The trumpets played only to invite love to reign
The war was over inside my aching mind
When my kingdom slept I used cosmic paint to depict dreams
I fulfilled them, the divine prophecy of prosperity and art
It was all brought forth by my design
And when I pulled out the parchment, I found the treasure I had hidden from myself
I displayed a new direction from an old journey
Made clear by my own call to action
