Walking in bright Glow of morning. Feeling a gentle chill. More red birds, new beginnings. Last year were blue birds. Happiness will return With fresh start. Quiet sleep With fulfilling dreams Will return. Deep breath full Of optimism And renewal. Today shines.
Seemed like a future Fitted to a time Which seemed real. The moon full Shining With a promise Remembered. Was a dream once known But now the truth Wrapped comfortably Around with friendly Familiarity.
Not passing judgment. Wouldn’t mention it- But for, Someone probably should. Not my life- Just anybody can see! Should you do it? Yes, just because you doubt.
Not a drop of unwieldy emotion. Tidy with even thought. A story carefully mixed with compliments to cover complications. Bleached of unpleasant memories. Spread in even bits to cover clumps of sorrow. Fresh with untangled tales. Meant to show the strength of blessings. Clean for the public. Ladylike and kind.
The quality has left. Spinning quantity Without purpose. Painful empty. Just dreaming, No longer with me. Unable to push to purpose. Just eyes shut with no repair. Caught on earth, Unable to exist as self. Drifting still, Unable to furnish the finish.
Hide the thought. Head upright. Chin stiff. Cheeks plump With smile. Eyes blink. Hand brushes brow With a soft tilt of face. Right, right I understand. Sweep and turn. Over. No more. Gentle toss. Deep breath. Relief. Quiet full grin. Release.