You’re a constant stream of consciousness,
A reminder that I’m not alone.
Fighting time and errands for a hug, a glance, a smile.
So confused and yet ok.
So angry but breaking.
Mother nature, why so cruel?
Your games render me a fool!
The world wants instant gratification!
But you are patient, loving, and steady.
When others ruffle my feathers,
You lower your voice and soothe me.
The depth in your eyes, cannot be masked.
Your smile and face light up.
When mother nature is cruel, I sob!
Despite the pain, you stand and slowly rock.
Such a wonderful thing I’ve found,
Deep in the darkness that surrounds.
I wish things were real, and you were mine.
Am I willing to see through time?
I won’t despair because you are here.
A constant stream of consciousness, even when I’m delirious.
Gently reminding me that I can be loved all day and twice at night.
That I will be alright!
My Art of Becoming 