Finding Love

I write what’s in my heart,

my rituals, my train of thought.

I wish often to be left alone,

a comfort in my own psyche.

It’s easy sometimes, feeling alive.

Challenges lay before me,

I wonder if they are my own,

or do I create a crisis, my benefit.

I’m standing at a crossroads,

a spiritual landing spot. Where

I do feel my heart and soul,

in a place less foreboding.

I’ll shut my eyes to view my

world so magical, mysterious.

I’ll wake in hours ahead, I will

chase the sunrise, once more.