Blinds block out

what I can’t

presently handle

(my world small,

PTSD producing

morning shadows

of past DONE

dancing distructively

on my walls).

SOOOO,

daily I scream

other people’s lyrics

to not freak out,

distract myself

from the lack

of stimulation

my brain and body

CRAVE, nay…NEED!

Pushing wheels

round 20 years,

one voice above-

beyond all else,

pulled me out

of every funk,

and his band came

near my town!

No longer ready

for an end…

I opened

a window

flung myself out.

And I FLEW

to see you play

to sit in awe

(a bird on a line)

observing words

from your mouth

make wild waves

travel head to core

and tickle my toes.

Your fingers on keys

so wise, playing

masterfully, smiling

your light bright

enough to ignite

a fire in my soul,

my dead heart

PUMPED UP

feeling seen, full!!!

A new day

after begins…

Sunshine gone,

rain downpours;

Reality came

with tears

(gratitude streams)

THANKFUL

I fingered a star

in my small world.

And reeling now

I can’t stop trying,

I can’t stop writing

despite knowing

full and well

I’m flying to fall…

Solace remains

with a wish

upon a heart

POUND

with my groove

back ON

FOUND

I’ll laugh

as I hit ground.

(Anxiety won’t allow me to be too easy to read, I guess to make sure I’m hidden in the open with no one here to hear. I know I can’t share this from my blog (who would associate with my kind of writing silly smut, but compelled, I pushed to get this out, hand over my heart, for power when my goofy grin turns into a longing, fat bottom lip popped out pout. You will never know this exists, so why should I hold back? Why not be bold? 😉