Thank you Davy D for this morning’s inspiration
recklessly she looked deeply inside
saw fire and ice in her heart
smelled iron and cooper in her blood
felt moon and ocean tides tug her soul
knew the hum of words
crawling under skin
burning to escape
knew herself a poet
the short shortsightedness of self-declared authorities
who believed themselves arbitrators anointed from above
be damned
she knew they did not have the wisdom
the clarity
the passion
to judge
all that she was
truth would be hers alone to reveal
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray
Go Dog Go Café 
Christine, this is a wonderful response to the question and one filled with the true heart and passion that only someone who writes poetry could experience. I hope those that judge take the time to read this. Thank you.
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Thank you Davy! Other people did call me a writer and a poet before I did but I know that the moment where everything changed is when I understood who I was and claimed that identity.
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Was it a gradual change Christine, or a piece of writing or poetry that defined the change?
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It was a gradual awakening and a growing sense of confidence that this was part of who I was and that I was allowed to claim it
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Interesting thoughts Christine. I am going through that process at the moment and feel it is part of the journey to find and explore my true voice. Thank you for sharing that thought.
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Oh just so fabulous.
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Thank you so much Beth Amanda.
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Any time dear friend
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