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.