spent and worn and
tattered and torn
is what i feel
this particular day.
i hope and wish
and mourn
that my muse
has temporarily
gone away...
wondering when
if ever (I hope)
i will feel like
writing it all out
once again
hoping soon
my words will come back
and that the silence
and darkness
will not win.

listening to the harmony
as I walked into the forest today
I could hear the birds singing
and was so impressed
with what they had to say--
it felt like a genuine welcome
almost as if they were truly glad
to see the likes of me
and I didn't even feel alone
deep in those dense woods--
just felt so alive, so incredibly free...

I'm slowly coming to know
that I belong on this great earth of ours
and no matter what happens in life
I can lean on my amazing and magical powers
and know that as long as I stay moving ahead
and stop looking back all the time
somehow all will work out for me
and one day, yes one awesome day
things will be truly awesome and fine!