Avatar of Mine
For Timothy Lee, the best of me
Every mood of nature I’ve lifelong felt on my face,
each debasing heart pain and endearing heart joy,
combined with my ingrained need to word create
while living uncertain in my self-confidence void,
tone-fills my Avatar’s endless background space.
Of primary import is the man on whom I lean,
whose loving support brought my poetry forth
with his certain belief my writing held worth.
This man is my heart, my fulfilling everything,
the soul mate who gave my confidence wings
to soar my poems high above any fear of stings.
... CayCay
February 13, 2019
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