RELINQUISH - my word for 2025 - POEM
February 2025
A retired busker tunes his old guitar singing one last encores as the year departs he bows his face in awe with a backdrop of a grey dirty canvas the day breaks to dawn behind marred dark skies the buttered sun scars bright lines burning behind the curtain of who I’ll become a reflection all I have loved I want to RELINQUISH the dark give way to the art inside as light rips the clouds of creation in half I want to write good,and love to my art's content step out of the shade of my half life repertoire of bed poverty RELINQUISH the fear THIS year here it comes roaring down every last nerve fibre, my disobedient soul opens channels of potential like roads tracing possibility chasing stolen stars pulling the previous year of art with it taking care trying to be taut or precise in this beautifully wrought new art life I love without being love’s sacrifice still seriously sequestering myself with slender grasp on transparency guarding my haunted opaque heart I’m wondering where to start with all these glimmers of excitement witnessed in those curious glimpses of childhood sometimes seen in elderly faces; I’m not only creating a roadmap for love and artistic future I’m sticking a pin in where I’ve been following finger-lengths in distance from now to where I want to be playing the unified field transcends like a love song overhead in the night listening to the desire to leave RELINQUISHING the hope to remain the need to find myself again with you amongst like- minded people, and see me stay away from self-reproach RELINQUISH paranoid ideation that’s been my staple paradigm, my entire personality harbouring me to my apartment like the criminal animal I used to always be in lieu of setting myself completely free I am everyone who I have loved, seen, the people I’ve been, rooted in courage driving my consciousness highway without losing sleep, tender without feeling weak, reeling in reciprocated love up to the surface from manifesting above I dream to run my hands through the deep oceans of abundance an eternity to reap ripples of karma for the kindness I leave in my wake RELINQUISH the past get out of it’s headlock driven by my psychological need to feel, breath, succeed. I’d bleed to be surrounded by an elevating feed of emotions, and mutual appreciation of art made by me captivating the chaos within me so the world can see my representation and desire for creatures of sympathy like me.