My spirit, my soul,
A body of work
In Poetry ❤️, my darkest
nights, now facing light.
...
Voice In The Wind
I remember,
the first time
at the open mic
I became
The Voice in the
Wind
In head dancing
slanguage using
literary devices
hanging on to
edge,
words becoming
Power
in rhythm
flowing from
wind pipes
sounds if thunder
had erupted
filled halls
of my hallelujahs
overcoming
the timid fear
of an orphan
dwarf now
giant
My David vs
Goliath moment
thoughts traveling
faster that
pen could write
that mic
was ny
atonement for
wrong ways
and detours
life handed
me knowledge
now voice
to mic became
the knife
that cut me loose
Verbally binding
speaking what
I see desperately
spelling phonetically
Energetically
Spit it nice
from pen to Heart
walking in a bit
different
the stage in
exchange for
pulpit to
supply my testiment
speaking
easy
This was meant
Forevermore
open mics blaze
with this Poets Name
And my Voice
Is Always in
The Wind
Like Freedom
Selah Amen
Kevin Guru © 2019
Voice in The Wind