Its a rainy day.
I've had only a few hours sleep.
Spent hours in the night
updating the front page of the site.
Now I have a home for my writing
I find I have nothing to say.
Its that force of expectation.
Its that idea I "should be" doing this.
I know, its nonsense -
I do it because
stories told about my conception
lies and deception
a light hidden
a false foundation
mommy goes to school
no daddy to fill the gaps
too many goodbyes and tear streaked cheeks
grandma and grandpa left holding hands
too young to understand
finally an adult
family members' attempted suicides
bring fear of loss
powerless to change
But not gray days
I love bright, sunny days
when the sun shines
and the air is heavy with expectation
of the growth all around us
and I can feel life unfurling
and feel the possibilities.
I love rainy days
when the sun is hidden
behind sodden clouds
when the world is being washed clean
the plants are getting a drink
and the birds flit here and there
sometimes hiding out
under an overhanging branch.
The one as close as your breath
The one who can soothe and
bring those shoulders down from your ears
I will always love you
I will release the tension in your chest
I will help you sleep
when your eyes will not shut
I will heal your heart
if you will let me work my way through it
Sometimes my ways
may seem painful
but the journey
is always worth it in the end
Come, follow me
down the trail of life
down the trail of your beingness
It keeps visiting
That anxious, antsy feeling
Jumping out of the skin feeling.
Spinning out of control
No desire to do what's in front of me
Only want to spin
But not spin in a dance or a song
Spin, like a spiral, out of control.
What is this energy that possesses me?
What am I supposed to be doing I don't see?
Where am I supposed to be going I don't know?