Glad I remembered what I forgot I remembered
Peaceful times I have when anxiety is gone
Mostly when I have had my say.
I still wish I had someone to listen to me.
Who does not have the resentment that I live?
Love has come to replace all the hurt I have
The hurt that I can – not with stand
Deep down despair abides in my bones
Dreaming of the day when it has vanished from me
I can leave it alone as I expand
And it washes through and out of me
Stuck here in my chest and my throat raising
My vibration and resting in place
All that is; Dorothy is here; not far away
Back in the bedroom of time
Stars on the walls; the argument of wills
Both wanting the best; Mom would have been forty to forty-five
Dad; then near 50; that was a time
Chaos combined with wanting the best for all combined.
March 22/25
