To be unbended

Scaling mountains
sidestepping doubt
infused with
the audacity
of the most high…
lost people
on my path –
know the math
it is the craft –
the duty of the indomitable
to persevere
while shedding tears
and getting up –
took words from
the Elders
to give to those
coexisting
in this zoo
of human madness
where blasphemies are
commited in plain sight
proclaimed
as a God given right –
but undaunted
I will never bend
or relinquish this pen
or my station
as Poet
declarations from
yours truly
Shun P.
origin spot
The city of wind
in the intersection
of noble
frequencies
now residing
in easterly coordinates
by the waters edge
doing water therapy
infused
by way of
the osmosis
of poetry.

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Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes