Talked with my psychologist today
Come to find out
I am afraid of being sober!
I experience my emotions
Far too intensely
I begin to hyperventilate
White noises fills my head
Involuntary muscle spasms
Heart pounding in my chest
Deep breaths, meditation
Better yet medication
My empathy is an open wound
  Quiet! Concentrate on your legs......

She's the song that keeps me alive,
She's the reason why I don't wanna die.
She always warms my heart.
I'm prayin' we'll never be apart.

The day is young,
for me who stands perched
to fly in moment.

Energies enter breath.
Light filters through eyes.
Winters chill embraces.

The day is young,
where clouds drift
merging with wind to create masterpieces.

Where songs of birds enter ears,
as gratitude song begins.
way to many to scribe,
but includes YOU.

Where heart door opens
and I move in the celebration
of a baby day.
One that calls with mystery
and magic.

is short and sweet
releasing inner workings of mind.
BUT I must confess
I have illness. I am a
HippopotomonstrosesquiPedaliophobic
no worries my poetry is not effected.

I sit at day break reminded
of the beautiful day before me.
The gift of music that touches air
and breath that tickles within.

The beauty of day before me
where steps become a dance
and birds fly gracefully
in open sky.

Where dreams come forward
weaving their way into my reality
And mountains paint a landscape
of power and strength.

I sit seeing flowers blossom in winters day
when grass becomes snow and creative mind expands.

I sit at daybreak ready to declare
my connection to natures music.
To the truth of the divine song of my name.

Oh praise the moment that revels beauty of the day is before me
Its a gift a blessings
as an atonement to the life of my soul and God.

And anything is possible.

A blessing to the world you are
And if you look into heart
you will see a treasure chest of

GIFTS
SONG
LOVE