Sometimes, lately mostly I've been checking in Remembering the worlds That I was born within And tonight I noticed my hair is shinier I allow myself to plant my feet into the earth Ready, eager, rested Must be rested To be exactly where it is That I am at.
I spent all this time Slashing with sharp bright colors Spinning in neon circles I breathe life into my life I breathe life into Humility, gratitude And a true confidence I struggle to find When the world is quieter Than I'd like.
Its so noisy out here At times in the veins of the harp That I play like sweet eloquent sounds When I'd frolic in the gardens Of the sweet summer south And ponder on the fairies I had decided must live there.
Someone asked me recently If I had published any work yet And I think of all the things I hope to do And all the coin I'm trying to raise and pave My own way.
My own way
It took me some time to get to here Perhaps 29 is looking into that All while moving forward With a present Fortitude Aptitude With light With humor Grace.