My Leave

I look about and see what I believe

And thusly so,

I give what I receive.

This Eden past, no comfort there for me

I can but weep . . .

‘Tis pleasures barren bones that pierce my feet.

My God, who is it I perceive?

Which versions since revised , revered, and bastardized

shall I decide to keep?

In sight, I seek

A glimpse of peace

And I, untethered,

free’d to dance with naked joy

Will surely take my leave.

dance pic


Published by Paula D. Tozer

I am a writer, poet and singer/songwriter. I am a Toastmaster, motivational speaker, personal creativity coach, and workshop leader. My most sincere wish is to share my words with others, and that we both benefit from the exchange.

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