| Posted on December 17, 2015 at 7:50 PM |
The world awaits. The swift breeze calls my name and tells me to do unimaginable things. The road is paved for me to wander on. That's all I really do. I wander from place to place searching for an unknown sanity. Maybe if I live in such a place the insanity inside myself will balance out with the sane aura. But, what fun is that? The world awaits me with adventure. It is calling me to make art and make love and make beautiful things I never thought I was capable of. The glistening stars are telling me to look beyond their presence. They want me to reach as deep as I can and grasp every harmony they sing and share it with strangers on the street. It is my calling to share. No matter how greedy I may be. I always hated sharing, but I find it necessary to share thoughts and words and art. The world is awaiting my talents. The world is awaiting someone like me. I must not hold back. It's frightening. The thought of being too vulnerable. I don't want people to walk all over me. But I also don't want to seek shelter in a shell. I have to choose which is more miraculous. The world awaits. I choose to share. I hope the world accepts me and what I may bring.
-Evelyn Sutton
Categories: Poetry
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