Saturday, April 10, 2021

My Power (a poem)

 


My imagination is my secret power; 

They're the thoughts that no one else dares to explore. 

When the norms say what I can do and what I can't, 

my dreams take flight. 

I can be the sweet 'good girl' that makes your heart flutter 

or the deadly femme fatale that seduces you right down to Hell. 

Picturesque or grotesque,

innocence or wickedness;  

It's my choice

because in my mind, 

nothing is impossible. 

I'm not bound to any limitations or rules, 

I'm in absolute control. 


(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2021 


Smooches and think Tink! 

 

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