A daily ritual
Woke to a growing sprinkled field of yellow
Chirping musical notes throughout the spectrum
An owl hoots into the sunrise
The rabbits scamper and mightily sniff
Nearly forgot this was no serene monticello
Instead I lay waste to a thorny plectrum
Plucking out all my stomach butterflies
Rolling up on over the endless cliff
Rabbit, rabbit I ironically utter in the bordello
Rabbit run, I finally scream for momentum
Doubts exorcised, gold ring goals catalyzed
Imprinted forever will be my storied hieroglyphs
Speak the truth, mold the future
legacy is my reason and my daily suture
Other thoughts:
Understanding and embracing diversity
Categories: Poetry, Psychology, The Seasons, women, work, workplace
psychologistmimi 
Love your word choice in here. I can ‘hear’ it.
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Aww thanks! So nice of you to comment. Have a lovely day ahead
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