Thoughts

Thoughts

I’m too divine for this

I’m Queen

I shine

I look down at my hands and wonder,

am I supposed to be this way?

My bones declined and my mind was inspired

but just too tired to carry my dreams away

to the heights they were told to climb.

My mind carried them to the unknown.

I splurge to be free…free from all.

When spring arrives I need not worry

how cold the winter is.

Mary, Mary quite contrary

how does your garden grow?

So, I thought just grow and sew

until my heart’s content.

There will be no end to the blues,

but my muse

is you.

You claimed it, so it became.

I smile.

My index finger runs over my mascara lashes.

I pull & squeeze my nose,

breathe,

thump my chin,

and hear my thoughts.

They tell me you believed in me.

I lift my soul to the heavens,

hold my head back

to deeply inhale

inspiration

and peace

with pure joy

exhale.

The tightness in my chest is gone,

and I’m freed.

All disbelief and worries…

pain ceased...

so, I sleep.