ONE INTO ONE'S SELF

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our relationship to ourselves should be sweet
like intimacy between children reared well
the word happiness everyone does not necessarily
know exactly how to spell
I know I could pick myself back up if I ever
fully fell
on the down points of life I try without much
success not to dwell
when I am at best content, I fear the worst
from tomorrow
from who's book on inner self can I take a page
so to borrow
if in my secluded soul I were at complete peace
would I still write as I do
words are still words but choices on what to
write about next would more than likely be new
for now I'll go on with my private mental walk
and digest these words I've cleverly lined up
in my harrowed head
then maybe after that I'll be able to get some
sleep without dreaming I'm sleeping and hearing
every word in the world that is being said
know that if I ever held the power fully over
to choose whether to write or to sleep
every time I would choose writing in its stead
for I know my words shall long live
long after I ere my body am doth dead........
(written April 20,1991)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

words that just filtered down to my mind.

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