Idol 3 Strikes : Week 22 "Woke Up and Chose Violence"

[marlawentmad]

I slept late into the morning when the paradigm
says that rising early is a virtue, but my circadian
rhythms beat the drum to a past life.
My bright eyes peered fearless into the dark night, stars
turning toward the dawn and my people lay safe
til daybreak.

I balanced my time with joyous expanse to wander, meander, ponder.
My whole life I was told that daydreaming was lazy, but the most
profound insights came in the quiet moments in between the grind,
delivering me into resiliency, hope, creative solutions.
Those nothing-moments strung my life together into something
I could survive.

I wielded my discernment like a crescent knife
to harvest the bounty of truth that sprang up around me, lush
as meadows, the herbs of my wisdom a medicine waiting to be
alchemized in the wide cauldron of my cleansing fires in which
no secret could live.