Contained is my oxymoron.
I am so but yet not in the least.
Unleashed is my enthusiasm.
My glee and goofs.
First impressions too.
I slop & slush my innerds only looking back to consider blushing a time or two.
You said what?
You meant that.
You think you can, do you?
Do you really find rest in your now?
Your very best, really?
I toss in and out of my very presence.
Sucker punching my instincts and scolding my self-doubt.
I grieve my heritage.
Longing for a more optimistic revelry.
A place where Meghan Alicia is quite enough.
Long lived are the ones that breathed before me.
Thus, my existence documented.
My name written.
The ink fresh smeared from a southpaw swipe.
I work to lessen that juxtaposition.
Where credence one ups corruption one last and final time.
And smiling settles my soul.
As I am His.
And, I am me.
In more ways than one.
(source here for visual aids. I adore these!)