This Mess is undressed: i choke; you joke that i’m repressed. i am free feminine fury a flurry of feeling feeding a flower of fire. What’s your desire?
Dear Tummy, They weren’t yummy, I know: the words Left Ear and Right Ear fed you all these years, and Brain too, but they weren’t true. You’ve been clenching miles of lies and unanswered whys, throttling feelings that Mouth refused to set free and let things be what they be. I’m sorry. You deserve a vacation. I’m going to have a sweet conversation with Me about it.
Present Tense Noted There’s no gain in holding pain. Memories living in your head should be Dead. Thoughts and oughts aren’t Real. How You Feel is Now.
Have a clear head. Don’t go to bed angry. Let Love be my guide. Don’t hide my feelings. What will be will be. It’s not for me to say or to see.