She to SELF

She to SELF

Aflame afire free

Wild winds of spirit

Passions unleashed

And so she soars to vistas unknown

Lucid dreams of emergent colors

Worlds in rhythmic motion

Sounds lyrical, sweet, thunderous

Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing

Her heart a vibrant chord

Sounding, sounding, sounding

Echoes of silence now heard

The taunts of oppression scream free

Derision gives way to deliverance

She beckons, she calls

She to SELF…she to SELF

FREE …FREE… FREE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

She to SELF, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2017.