A Heartfelt Compliment to Myself
By Lisa Marie Canfield-Wilberg, alumna, Center for Distance Learning
December 10, 2012
(This poem was written about self love.)
My soul is like the wind – a wanderer;
Blown inland by the happiness of my heart.
Native to the self-awareness of my fullest potential.
I resonate! Thrive to be the best I can be, in
These precious hours of fragility.
I’m captive to this human body.
That wears memories in my cells.
Unbound, and over graceful shoulders
That rise to the golden occasions, of my Life.
Within this breast of sweet-welled springs
Sings an echo of unbridled passion.
Gypsy woman, strong in my faith.
A face of open expression.
Smiling torrents of fervent prairies.
This woman astounds the bearing of seas.
Lying naked, beneath the sun-heat of eternal wild.
Who in wildness, from time to time, timbers to go
Barefoot to join the sunlight that bathes
My path way along the wild flowers that fragrantly nurtures
Such sweetness.
And tucked away, is my weary young thing that rests
Like the Daughter I once was, sleeping with a crown of pretty jewels.
Beneath the spreading enlightenment
Of a journey quilt; until I wash away the yesterday’s dew
And, putting up my long hair, in cool white stars,
Sparkling glamour in the eve of delight, I smile.
How glorious it is to be a woman of such right!
I have triumphed. A heartfelt compliment to myself.
Evolve in prayer, beneath the sweetest of turbulent winds
That herd away the Ares clouds
To disrobe into its simple methodology of natural beauty, I have
Attained peace.
I am; of my maternal form,
In a sleeping gown bathed by Selene in the flooding of silver moonlight.
Beautiful, if beauty could ever be.
Lisa Marie Canfield-Wilberg
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