A wild and terrible celebration of self
that cannot be shared;
deep and black, mischievous;
that part which compiles
keeps itself hidden.
Come share with me, myself;
That person who shares this secret with me
and listens to those silent gestures
and responds and allows me freedom
encourages my secret
and shares it.
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.