Sohum Until I’m Silly: A Poetic Release

Sohum. The judgment drum.
Dum. Dum. Dum. A deep grumble rumbling…
Do you hear me? Can you feel me yet?
Deficient, do you see it yet? 

I do… and I get it.
But I’m getting over you.
All I see when I look at these is room to improve.
Gloves up, lets’ get it on. Sohum. Sohum. Sohum. 
I’m seeing, I am listening, I am reaching deep within.

Hair-trigger. Ready to let go of anything that comes with arguing…
Anything grumbling, reveal yourself to be cleared from me.
Each system within me, bring your sticks and stones. 
You and me both know, we are never alone, so let’s get to it. 
Once and for all we are getting through this. Sohum.
Empty me of the moments that have brought fear to me.

Leave me the aftermath of wisdom given me.
Take the Shadows away, I’ve had my cloudy day. 
Sohum. Send a new breeze to fill me.
The moments I was taken advantage of. Sohum.
Be lifted from me. The moments I allowed it to happen easily. Sohum.
Get out of me… The moments I was out of body. Watching. 
Or being the Judas to me. Sohum. I am free. 

Of the times I put selfishness first. Sohum.
Sent or received. Sohum. Be cleared from me.
Of the times vanity overtook me. Sohum.
Any moment I didn’t see clearly. Sohum. 

The disappointments. Sohum. Be gone. You have no claim on me.

The expectations. Sohum. So long. Illusions preventing me from enjoying anything.
Narcissistic by nature, Sohum. You are not good for me. 

The depressions. Sohum. Away, run along. You’ve dimmed the view of this Dawning Sun for way too long.

The pride. Sohum. Die. You break stuff and make my waters rough, time to leave me be.

Negativity. Sohum. Go on get. Won’t steal my joy and shit, only positive energy for me.
Sohum. Sohum. Sohum. Begone from me, all of these, and anything,
anything… resonating in low frequency. I am free.

Sohum. I come into One with the suffering soul behind these states of being.
Sohum. I am you, you and I are One. Come into union, combine to create ‘me’.

To be who I was created to be. Sohum.
To explore and express what That is to me.

A decree. A promise to carry light, love, life, laughter,
and goodness with me, like a grad their degree.
Everything in harmony with potential and possibility,
Sohum. Come to me. Come, keep me company.

My new life, I walk into you like a beautiful new closet space.
Full of contents and worlds beyond imagining.
Things I’d have to see to believe or even come to know them…   

I love my fresh skin. Sohum, so long to where I’ve been.
I am transformed to suit what is in me, perfectly…