Last night I dreamed you needed me.
In the background,
Melissa sang "No Souvenirs"
I whispered softly along
wrapped in a haze of contentment
emptiness banished.
Unexpectedly, you touched me
It all came slamming back
Everything I'd buried
the completeness, the hunger.
This morning I wept
I remembered, nothing faded.
It was just a dream.
1/20/2013

I AM

I am a poet
I am a writer
I am a teacher
I am healthy
I am beautiful
I am creative
I am a mother
I am a wife
I am enough
Everyday faithfully I write down who I am and who I want to be.
Is it to remind me? Or the universe?
I leave out parts of me
Clumsy
Overwhelmed
Unsure
Scared
And I don’t write
Confident
Graceful
Elegant
Charismatic
Sometimes I write
Fearless
Strong
Funny
Words I use to paint a picture of what I want my life to be
The Law of Attraction or
The Law of Self delusion?