She Took Over

Invades my space

Takes over my pillow

Brightens my face

In times of sorrow

Demands my attention

Requires my love

Guidance and retention

Clings to me like a glove

For all I know

For what I thought I knew

Forced me to grow

To live for two

Hair and nerves run free

There’s more important things

Mommy, mommy, mommy

She sings

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The Storm Within

Never to be denied

The thunderous discontent that accompanies being ignored when it really should be feared.

Not feared, but revered.

How necessary it is to release the rage

Destroy comfort, birth a new age.

Hydrating life and maintaining onlookers’ humility

Making sure everyone’s prepared

for the possibility of no stability.

Both beautiful and unpleasant

the Storm is within us all

Providing an essential cleanse to prevent an ego’s fall.

 

Storm

 

Fear of the Dark

Hiding under the covers

In fear of the absence of light

How intimidating am I

With skin the color of midnight?

For all the reverence my essence instills

Shining like rivers in moonlight

Frightens like no other and promotes ideas of flight

The darkness

Mysterious and

Vilified

Until you shine your light and see

eyes and smiles so bright

No need to fear the night

© LeTara Moore

Walking Away

Well the time has come for “what’s new”
And “let’s change”
Heartache from yesterday is still within
Range
The time for “let’s change” is long overdue
And all I can say is “Honeychild, I am
Through”
Still feeling the pain of yesterday ‘cause it’s
Hurtin’ me today
The only way for tomorrow that statement won’t
Be true
It is for me to say “Honeychild, I am
Through”
Over the mountain, through the storm I’ve fought
This battle ‘til I’m black and blue
Not much more that I can do
Honeychild, I am through
The only way to ease the stress away and put
On my best face to-day, it is for me to say
“Honeychild, I’m walking away”

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© LeTara Moore, 2016