"I Owe It All to Me"
Updated: Sep 6, 2020
A poem written and copyrighted by Kasandra Turner.

"That mid of night drowned me in waving thoughts
and scars that left me itching to my notions
Like stockings seducing prickly legs hoping
for a scratching rub that dissolves what haunts them most
Drifting and floating in a stream of Epsom salts,
spring water, lavender and jasmine flowers revealed my faults
My own raveling must have come from a fountain cemented
with clay on a day where the winds left it dented
I have searched with aching arms for a passion
that seeps through every wrinkle of my skin
I took a leap of unorthodox faith and found within
what I have yearned for in the eyes of wounded sheep
That night where the stars stared through my window
I was led to the window of my soul,
leveled with chocolate pupils that glow
and hold scars scouring and screaming for recognition
Justice tilted her head encouraging a vision
of a future that promised me wings of glitter and gold
Those wintered summers ring louder than the calling
of a wounded fowl and growl of a city falling
I crawled to the holy one who hears my pleas
to be released of those burning blades of my memories
Justice cloaked in green and pink carried me to my thrown
where I had seen that my tears were caused by the damage of my own
beliefs of who I should have been to those women and men
Justice sat in the pits of my heart and burned when time was up
My detriments, afflictions, traumas and torments were cut
Sliced because she knew with her logic that I am worthy of love
Justice is me."