These Boots They Roar

Don’t you get that I don’t want to wait for you

That you have your own inner compass and do not need me to direct you

And no longer will I

Draw maps, give directions – detailed or not

Point you towards due north

I have stepped over the line and into my power

These boots they roar

These boots they wait for no one

Anyway anyhow.

I get it now

Like I never have before

That my helping you isn’t helping you

That I cannot

No matter how large and true my intention

I cannot do for you that which you must do for yourself

You too have boots that roar

You need only find the ones that fit

Step over your line

Into your boots

By yourself

For yourself

With yourself

Ready

Willing

Able

Not waiting, roaring.

Not Waiting Anyway Anyhow.
Copyright Ketakii Jewson-Brown

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No Matter

I walk a proud line

On this stretch of shore

Dragging driftwood behind me

Carving my mark through the wet sand

No matter that the tide will come and wash it away

No matter, my line is strong, my mark is deep, my head is high

No matter

No matter

No matter

I stand tall and firm

On this piece of earth, on this here my patch of dirt

Spreading roots deep and wide beneath

Branches nimble yet strong above

No matter that the ground will shake my bones and the wind will howl through my hair

No matter, my core is solid, my stance is bound, my aim is clear, my vision unique

No matter

No matter

No matter

I dream bold

In all the colours of the rainbow

Growing wiser by the second

Trusting instinct more than ever before

No matter that reality may crash this party at any moment

No matter that others dream in different tones and hues

No matter, this here dream is mine and mine alone

No matter

No matter

No matter

No matter, only energy

And my energy is love personified.