You want to hear it first?
It's 4:53 AM and I awaken
I'm not just kind of awake
I'm fully awake and I'm crying and I know why
Am I furious? Well, maybe.
Mind aswirl—I can't really tell
What I am is sick and tired
Sick and tired of mixed messages messing with my mind
I don't know what to do
Wait a minute—yes I do
I get up
Slip into a robe, feed my sudden urge to write
No time for slippers
Bare feet padding through the dark
Through the dark in my mind as dark as the house
As dark as the night while making a beeline toward my vehicle ...
And standing here, flipping the switch
In hopes of igniting insight into renewing hope
I shine a spot light
Exposing a dark spot inside my mind
I'm in that bus where
The name of the game is crush Annie's spirit to mush
This time Annie is not alone in that bus
She may feel invisible but I am not
She may disassociate, disappearing into fear
But I do not
Though continually transformational
I am formidable (in the act of forming?)
Reformidable (Not a word? Who cares! Works for me!)
I'm no caterpillar in need of cocoon
In full view of the spotlight
I work to peel away at my defensive wall
One layer at a time
Each time I peel
Every old mental ache festers anew
Ancient emotional fears gnaw into me, raw
Perhaps this is why
My voice still has need to develop—
Why my voice continues to speak of fears
In need of healing
Upon baring this need, which awakens me in the still of night
I instruct myself to muster the courage to stand up
Amongst those who openly declare:
I am woman hear me roar! ...
Please and thank you for your time ...
Think that a cop out?
Please think, again
If Mother Nature hath two sides
I stand before you wide awake
Strongly bold and wisely humble
Your friend, Annie
It's 4:53 AM and I awaken
I'm not just kind of awake
I'm fully awake and I'm crying and I know why
Am I furious? Well, maybe.
Mind aswirl—I can't really tell
What I am is sick and tired
Sick and tired of mixed messages messing with my mind
I don't know what to do
Wait a minute—yes I do
I get up
Slip into a robe, feed my sudden urge to write
No time for slippers
Bare feet padding through the dark
Through the dark in my mind as dark as the house
As dark as the night while making a beeline toward my vehicle ...
And standing here, flipping the switch
In hopes of igniting insight into renewing hope
I shine a spot light
Exposing a dark spot inside my mind
I'm in that bus where
The name of the game is crush Annie's spirit to mush
This time Annie is not alone in that bus
She may feel invisible but I am not
She may disassociate, disappearing into fear
But I do not
Though continually transformational
I am formidable (in the act of forming?)
Reformidable (Not a word? Who cares! Works for me!)
I'm no caterpillar in need of cocoon
In full view of the spotlight
I work to peel away at my defensive wall
One layer at a time
Each time I peel
Every old mental ache festers anew
Ancient emotional fears gnaw into me, raw
Perhaps this is why
My voice still has need to develop—
Why my voice continues to speak of fears
In need of healing
Upon baring this need, which awakens me in the still of night
I instruct myself to muster the courage to stand up
Amongst those who openly declare:
I am woman hear me roar! ...
Please and thank you for your time ...
Think that a cop out?
Please think, again
If Mother Nature hath two sides
I stand before you wide awake
Strongly bold and wisely humble
Your friend, Annie
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