Freestyle poem

By Vivi Sojorhn

  

I had a plan, but I no longer remember it.

Maybe the dissonance will be exactly the right?

Notes for new perspectives to surround…listen finally to the truth, accept my change, that I truly am slow go

The electrical shatter of

A tonic colonic, terrible unconsciousness, is not worth the effort to find harmony with the ambitious person I used to be

Hard to imagine those tones of trauma leading me to accomplishment.

My new balance could be natural to who I was born to be, climbing into quiet shade, dropping into sacred valleys, setting a path, unique to record at a pace for me.

Right now it seems too much even. A nap calls. Yes, already. That is a new consonance for me.

  

Consonance(c)21 July 2025, Vivi Sojorhn