It was a Saturday afternoon,
Fate had fought enough to get me in the room only five minutes late
The room I had not intended to be in-
But the one my soul found it’s dejectedly dissipating song in nonetheless
A Poetry workshop titled Emotions In A Cup
A collaboration of minds that just so happened to penetrate mine
To revive from the core my why;
The need, the passion, the reason
Like large hands descending down and grabbing me,
Shaking in the wake-up call that was the remembrance-
It was this or nothing at all
From this moment on, or never again
The Poetry Lady stole the show, I must say,
She was a woman who started something,
That in its self-giving rise to the hopes in my chest
Before even getting to the scope of the legacies started
She was a woman who spoke of being a woman
A human who spoke of Legacy
A published Poet and creative
In a room of bodies whose souls had forgotten how much they could do
In a place that seldom noticed or valued their art,
Not only did she make it all real,
She conveyed the change and impact this art could have on society
A legacy of the individual and the collective
In this gathering of business minds as well
Seeds were planted in strategies of tangible transformation
Mental and emotional health were truths dug out of the secret graves they were hushed in
The gasp of air that is expression
Realities in the realms of alchemical possibility and healing
This was far more than a Poetry workshop,
It was a life-changing stop
A vehicle for my dreams to climb atop
Emotion,
Rather than weakness,
Is the fuel that fills my cup and drives my tenacious truck
That Saturday, more than a passing tick in time
Is the sustenance of my work now told
My dreams beheld
And voice in bold
A voice I am not ashamed to have
A voice I acknowledge is silenced in many
A voice I use to unapologetically change that.