there is nothing here for me
not a breath of air
not a grain of sand
not an atom of anything
im no longer fearful of a blank canvas
contraire
I feel the wonder of being
synchronised with my path
no need to be critical
to kind for that
I find I beat my own heart
walk my own path
and in its self
that is just that
life
living
freedom
of heart
of mind
of destiny
and its exciting
and I could swoop the swoop
whoop with exuberance
to realise how I know self
trust self
can stand self
what did ail me so?
for the life of me I just don't know
but infected I was
and give my strength I did
all day long
but it was given back to me
and I say thank you
something that felt so right
ended up feeling so wrong
I put my hand up
took all I am
made positive with it
cured my own bacon
fried my own ham
laughter rings out once again
my son and I
teaching him the art of a joke
all the time
knowing im the joke
and feeling the warmth of being able to laugh
at myself
liberated
free
willo the whisp
that's me
but I forgot
i just forgot
got wrapped up
in some
over the top plot
i learnt long ago
to be responsible
to never point a finger
not to hover
or fight
and never to linger
and i gave everything
and it was given back to me
and what a gift
that was given to me
and treasure my gifts
i do and will
and feel the gift of life
oh you bet
forgive?
nothing to forgive
honesty feels
your loss
that's sad
your loss
sad
but that's what you get
for under appreciating
just what you had
don't be sad
don't be blue
im sure there something
on a beach somewhere
that's just for you
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