I rebuke you, poor performance,
in the name of all success that ever was
and may (or not) buoy, anchor, or barnacle
and I cast you in the Sea of F*ckYouNess.
Owned. I am not convinced
that is a descriptor that will suit
and so it, too, to the Sea.
When I was a girl, I mean younger
as I have always been female, on this
side of the flood,
I gave birth a million times
as a teenager with names like
Cathy and Raisin in my notebook
and tattered sketchpads
as it seemed
such an easy caricature
to perform.
I had no aspirations then
and thought that left me
without questions too.
An invocation for the day:
Let no shade find you
without the comfort of your own shadow
and swim far, fishy. That Sea you spy
is smaller (and closer) than you think.
darlene anita scott 
Swim far little ‘fishy’ and stop bring overly critical of yourself….yourself hears what you’re saying and will have the last word.
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