There With You [rev.] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I wonder how my path was chosen, me with an
allergy and weird family; but choices appeared
all along - I discovered a bigger power was in
charge and options appeared chained within a
strong-box I couldn’t reach inside to change - I
loved the idea of discovering my talents, & of

Living a free, unfettered life, rid of middle-class
morality - realising any ability should it exist but
all attempts to create an artistic life just failed; I
thus continued on my way until the happy day
I discovered PoemHunter: poets galore - the
Merry Sir Laugh-a-Lot, Patty Masterman, Akh

Igor and more; as Kht Charmise, life now offers
a chance to express how I feel and learn from
others I admire, even adore; I can be a free-
flying poet while staying tied to my tiny life &
allergy, my little family, the small bureaucratic
Translator-job - I feel freedom in my heart and

Mind, everything wonderful - and I’ve found,
to my amazement, while PAIN is terrible, when
it goes, no scars are left; no matter how intense
and hateful the agonies - afterwards nothing
remains except a place that fills up with joy,
I conclude pain is good as it makes room for

Felicity which we wish to share with those we
love the most - like YOU - in your poetry; I
found you to be delightful, singing with a new
unequalled voice very sweet & clear; so you
became my nightingale; even if you claim not
to be nice, nothing of shame shows up in

Your words - you are the plumage of melody
and song in all beauty to me; I shall meet you
as we sing in unison - already making our own
music unique, we enjoy our frequency - you
are here with me and I am there with you…