I am not empty
I am Full
even during the most
sorrowful
days
I am not
helpless, I Know
my words Create and
my thoughts
Can Built
worlds
Even in the darkest
of rooms, I Know
I am
not just the dim lights
or the darkness
I Understand
I am Brimming with Life,
and that I am
the Daughter of Possibility
even when those
around me
shackle themselves
to negativity, to stagnation
and to fear;
I Know
my state of mind
is Precious
as is
my entire Body
At the end
their opinions are
no indicator,
no meter or jury that
presides over
my Life’s Value
only this Fullness
of Spirit,
the Wholly
nature
of my Smile
Can tell you,
Yes indeed
even with reasons
to despair
I am
WHOLESOME
to my Core
...
Are you on the way?
Have you reached the same address yet ?
I leave messages on the eternal answering
machine hoping you hear them. Do you at least see the blinking red light?
...
We are wholesome,
Maria screams
as the orange being cut
over the counter
unfolds what’s in front of us:
simplicity.
...
The needle of
acceptance
suturing a wound with
clarity, let’s us know
that this cycle
of harming
of repeating sadness
is not the end point,
just a step before HEALING
OCCURS
can be read together first
then the words on the right side can be read as one poem separate from the left side
