Wherein lies my inner speech,
that place from which
my internal monologue holds court?
In whom do I place my trust?
And how should I find the courage to
entertain the strange fancies there?
I believe it’s my heart
that tells me whether to tarry
in shady places,
or to find respite on the sunny side of life.
I am honored to be
the mistress of my own head,
to weigh my own decisions,
by approving my private visions,
public opinion can hold its own parade.
Dear Linda,
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your publication! Much to ponder about in this poem. It was a pleasure to read your words today. Wishing you ongoing success with your writing.
Blessings,
Karen