Poetry of Mac

My name is Michaela Saunders . . . or just Mac.

I’ve spent much of my life involved in creative writing and journaling.

Even as a young child, I’d scribble away on paper before I could form letters.

Finally, it seems I’ve found my forté with poetry.

I appreciate support from you all.

Simple likes, comments, & reblogs add up

in how I feel I’m resonating & connecting with others.

Thank you for reading.

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Peace, Love, & Poetry ❤️

I have been sleepless in all I am,

literally suffering for my art.

I have begun my show for the world;

many do have their moment to shine.

Some never are so blessed, but here am I:

wings spread loose, a human collage of self-expression.

Disaster can strike, but it should not.

I think back on feeble concepts of what's after,

yet I had no idea how I was going to get where I am today.

Yet I made it, after once being trapped with my bridges to burn.

Years later, here, I am found.

We needed space to bloom, room to have room.

I know if America were not greedy,

she would not be as skewed as I when dues aren't paid.

Dripping honeydew over woes,

I am but a peasant in the alternating changes of life.

I've had a significant one away from work,

yet it is not enough. I direct these hours.

I value care over freedom.

A bearded dragon contacted me with an invitation;

then extended his chameleon tongue that he understands.

Perhaps, but dragons are dragons.

They are mythological dreams of what's been fathomed.

You carry comfort to bed, except for with nightmares.

Why am I to judge?

I have a decent ten years left above the sea.

It's fine by me, for it is tiring to be anything.

Even sans the suicidal, I've a monster that ever antagonizes.

You must work until you live until you die.

Does anyone want to waste me away on this losing dream?

I'm grinding poetry into small crisps,

fleeing with watercolor page designs in the night.

A writer is hard at work,

& the biggest concern right now is the finalized cover reveal.

Flowers, backgrounds, colors, & fonts

will make a complete work of art I'm proud

to call some of my hardest work.

I had a very difficult time one night,

& she still weaves webs over my head.

As such, I took off the following,

& told me I had nothing figured out.

Not my degree, not my work, not my writing.

I am determined to make my watermarks

a watercolor war.

It's wild how we have life not even in a final draft