My Mythic Identity Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

My Mythic Identity



When I think on myself as elf
It's as a magical amalgamation
Of all the Good Things
That I've Gathered
Along the Road
That led me Home
With an understanding
Of the Language
In which the Maps
Were Hidden

Until

We could stop
And safely read them
Once again

And we hid them
In some strange off putting places
Like the words we kept as slang
And others that were given undue reverence
We carved pieces into Cathedrals
Slipped others into Histories
Often, maybe not quite as we intended
Though workable for the clever elven child
Who says, hey wait, I remember this
Sort of...

But then gets lost again
Inside the great and thunderous noise
of unrealistic expectations

To rebuild the world anew
We need the best of every generation
For every thinking creature
To join in
Making
Our Magic
Our Imaginations Work
By Helping Build
A Place
We'd Really Like to Be
And Watching it become something
Even More

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Lynn Anne Brown

Lynn Anne Brown

Toronto, Ontario, Canada
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