| She was the prophecy for the stubborn Her words spoke her own hard headed truth How many times learned/ that only struggle Creates triumph and inner power Is the proof. It stung and crazed. Pages & pillows the water cascaded Immaculately. So she rushed to be handy. Painting, preening and polish To her home. She was grown … and with child. Her globe shifted to kicks and coo’s Bibs and baby shoes… The birthing was a rude intro to Unescapable responsible growth Medication made here start a twilight and Her baby a star. She began to read Arabic and hieroglyphics again. Made peace with gods & earths. Reclaimed her focus/ her worth. And then fell ill… Sickness took her breath | And now she cared less She focused. On how they thought it was sweet She, pressed and pulled for the things they couldn’t cope wanting for her brink. Their pain would no longer squelch her glow Her empathy not stunting her growth Trust she cares, from a distance . For to close her heat would burn deep. Breath Her peace and purgatory It had always been there.  Photo by ntknight |
| in church & court it is my bible study religiously/ every Sunday i seek bow deep on bended knee stretching arms out to see how blessed i can be chasing zen in every moment pausing______ only to play again i want to win / but more i crave the space where power/ precision/ repetition exist holding in the balance challenge and triumph. i crave the next hit the sound of the sweet spot over and over again | the work that makes sweat drip and loosens hips i wear white like an Osun priestess the court is my Queendom my opponent my advisor testing things learned. i pray my status is more earned than inherited so when the end inevitability comes i am prepared.  Photo by ntknight |
| Just when I surrender/ you smile tell me I have more to give We have more work together However painful /however true Push up hill/Scale up Take in the view… breathe in The fresh air covered with green canopy I sent him. You say. his eyes gaze at my profile As my view blurs his frame I seek the comfort of the banyan tree The presence of wise women sent here before me Frightened by the feeling. It is so easy. his job is to watch me. But he no longer works. It is a gentle & still observation As I walk ahead, I tell silly stories to fill the air Trying not to stumble as I wonder what he see’s he points out the beauty, that I Am at peace. |  Photo by ntknight |
| Reflection You came to me for a reason You came to heal the Bits and pieces that dangle Dangerously from my frame Hindering health & wholeness Your shape malleable All fresh and anew Always knowing what I could really Do. I could never be less than that Because I was you. |  Photo by ntknight |
| Expectations The sun Shone on my soul Unblocking my heart Unbeknownst to me… I floated in my own femininity Silk lined n thick Paused and attuned My frame shivered the remnants of fear Knelt gracefully and rendered them loose I felt all. The warm washing ashore The sea salt, bitter in grit and sweet cleanse It called to me by my own lips. I lay stunned by its power and grace. Rememory only for cravings of recall As the enchantment drifted away I wrestle with the truth I yearn for a faster pace Time presented as tomfoolery Yet necessary for the ill prepared I seek exception, for my expectations The claim, as such, has me unhinged Racing and stalling Valves, arteries, veins, and vena cava | How naked I am How stubborn I am As much as I lead, I follow I crave company & solitude The winds change Rustle up the work that is more than overdue And just on time Working constantly to find peace In what is mine is mine.  Photo by ntknight |
N.T.Knight is a poet, educator and leader at one of the largest social enterprises in Illinois. N.T.Knight has written poetry for over 20 years and has a passion for performance arts. She is the mother to a dynamic 4 year old who inspire her to live a life of purpose, process, and passion and in her free time plays tennis. Follow her on twitter.
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