Formless I rise
stretch self, shed
skin I have outgrown,
display power contained,
show true color:
King Cobra, red.
Your music charms,
hypnotizes even,
but I

awaken, dance
to my own
music, invite you
as equal, not greater
than. Strength with strength
entwined, neither
in need of part
to be whole. Each will shine,
shine on.

I strike only
at false gods
who would have me drugged,
de-fanged, and discarded.
No man shall make
me shrink from bold
exploration of
myself.

Copyright 2002, Dawn Richerson

Art - Digital Designs by Dawn, Copyright 2002

The link below will take you to Dawn's published passion-powered poetry e-chapbooks. You can also search at this Amazon address: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-form/104-5294762-4489535/creativerevoluti.