CAMELOT FANTASIES

Bewildered by the stoic attitude
Stuck in the mud
In its dried form
As hard as concrete
Looking forward to fortitude
Recalling snippets when I conform
To everyone's disturbed feat
Realizing I'm not
Nor have I ever really fit in
My path has always been different
Tried as I may
Never could run concurrent
To those I hold dear
But always viewed
As their constant fear
For my passions run on beliefs of yesteryear
Judgement may not pass their lips
But I can see them shudder
From the top of their head
To their toes & fingerstips
Clairaudient
Clairvoyant
Clairsentient
Are words defined
By gifts & talents that are a part of me
Like my breathe
been told over the years to
Shut
It
Down
Complexities in their expectations
Shedding my skin like a snake
Their beliefs hold no merit
Sensitive feelings too of my sensations
Talents handed to me by the Power of God
At this point I reclaim and take
No longer a curse but a blessing
People will always test to see what they can get away with
To rub it in my face
Their Fear
Keeps growing
As I close the chapter
Shut the door if their need to degrade
Judge

Power is mine
You have your own
What you focus on grows
I'm in another throws of expansion
Concentrating on me
Selfish
Perhaps
So be it

~Divine