Dr , I am not feeling well now.
I must tell you that my heart is
Filled with such grief, yet I
Stir up all these feelings deep in my mind doing the most amazing work to clear out the nerves as I reach into myself for lost inspirations undelivered, left at rest
Willing to put my soul at risk
To scary to show the truth, honest enough
No air or space to confess, no box
Frankly, such fragility lies in waiting
In between still, leaving words unsaid
Wishing to reach for safekeeping
For a place to read a book, love to
I hope to lay down my head
Very works of vessels stir
The thoughtful actions
Placed up for the bet
Gambling her every hope,
On waking tomorrow morning within
Her heaven sent