Let me be heard
The horizon evanescent.
My origin foreign.
The span so wide
I spread my arms open to hide from a past – disastrous,
& A future cast by antiquity’s obloquy
Fractured
Standing at the core
What is trailing and approaching…
fade
Excavation deserted, impending receded to dissolution
Now standing centrum
Whole, Present, and Priceless
I AM
An Island,
I AM CENSORED!
Forbidden?
Forgotten?
Undiscovered?
Unbelievable?
Uncharted?
Top Secret?
Restricted, ridiculous!
Shh! Listen
LET ME BE HEARD
It’s eye-opening
Elementary, uncomplicated, straightforward:
A roadmap. Let me be heard!
Some ideas thought-provoking, unusual, unexplored, concealed.
Other’s cringeworthy, dark, zany, hilarious, and hush-hush.
But, all will see what we were meant to be.
No games, no fame—Just a family.
All this secrecy,
Scare tactics, judgement, moves erratic.
To protect, perfect.
Who in the hell can live up to that?
Not me.
I would rather be seen:
Flaws, failures, wrinkles, mistakes—Yes, I blushed.
Relatable, beatable, but
my descendants original.
Let it be.
Then I will be proud of the future I see.
All will know I strived to survive,
I thought too much,
Fought,
Loved,
I loathed much of what I witnessed, before and again.
but in the end,
I loved the essence.
Not all the actions, some.
A Treasure Revealed
Horizon photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash, Sidewalk photo by Brandi Ibrao on Unsplash, Eye photo by Harry Quan on Unsplash, Island Photo by Marek Okon on Unsplash, treasure chests Photo by Daniel Tuttle on Unsplash, Cookies photo by Photo by Tanaphong Toochinda on Unsplash, child Photo by michael podger on Unsplash