There is a fire inside you
Like that of a rising sun.
You’re the promise of a new dawn
Like the purple and the orange of the setting sun.

You’re the sound of the Ocean
That can still be heard inside a shell
after a million days.
You’re the poem and the rhythm in it
And finer when the words don’t rhyme.

You are stronger than your past,
Stronger than your doubts
And even stronger than your fears.

You are more than what they tell you
And much more than you thought you could ever be.
You, my dear, are beautiful and complete
Because the fire inside you is, YOU.

So, stop
Just stop calling yourselves feminists.
Because it's not just about equal pay, rapes, and glass ceilings
It’s also about the little things we do and say every day.

And may you realize someday
That it's not about being a man and a woman
It's just about being thoughtfully human.

This one
for the camaraderie
between my dog and nephew
with the energy that is every day new.

When the two legs and four paws
run down the stairs
I see a poem
written in their chase.

My nephew on his little bicycle
And the dogs tail in frantic wiggle
Off they go in such felicity
in a world that is full of amicability.
Leaving me thought that I need to write
I am sure this is what pure innocence looks like.

Write the poem
that is fighting to come
from inside of you.

Kill all the distractions
and reclaim your power.

Rise above all of
those stale friendships
and conversations that go nowhere
only people talking about people.

Throw that biting sex
out of the window
which is only for the body
but does not soothe the soul.

Kill all distractions
reclaim your power.

Sit still and
let the verses flow out of you.

Write the poem
that’s wanting to come
from inside of you.

That is fighting to come
out of you.

Thank you for reading.

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The waves seem to me like an army of horses wearing silver armour.

They charge in full force towards the earth and collide in combat with it.

But in the end, no one wins as they intermingle.

They are one and the same.

Both came out of the womb of Mother Nature.

I’m not entirely sure if it’s you I love
Or just the feeling of being in love.
Is it the taste of red wine
Or its mild woozy high?