Under the bed
Fear follicles
Choke your Zen.
In your head
Id muck
Stuck
In the pit of despair.
Dive!
Dive beneath the frenzy
Into your mania.
Hug your dervishes
Shout your anomalies.
Wrap yourself in bogeymen
Until they become
BoogieBrazenWomen.
Child of the Wild
Find the inimitable irreplaceable illogical
You.
It's okay, you know,
To shatter the fusty Musts.
Frightless now,
Eagle-soar
And vanquish the lunacy of fear.
Sometimes
Chaos can be tasty.
Drenched in crinkles of joy,
Be the Boogie Woogie Woman you were meant to be.
No one, not even you, can stop you now.
c. Corinne Whitaker 2014
(note: Boogie Woogie Woman can be found in our new book.)