Poetry & Song

I used to write poetry. And songs. 

A lot of them. 

I remembered a lot of them—they still come to me from time to time, the songs I’ve written. And never recorded or published. They still come to me. 

And tonight I read them again. And they were there for me again. 

A year ago I wrote a few songs again. And I remembered me again. 

And I felt like I was floating off the earth. Until gravity asserted itself. And I crashed. Hard. 

But the poetry was still there for me. 

The songs. 

They always are. Even though I forget them. They never forget to be there for me. 

Maybe that is flow. Maybe that is enlightenment.

Maybe I am still that girl. 

Sometimes it feels like she’s gone completely. Sometimes I would give anything to have her back. And then that scares me. And I grounded myself in now. And i lose the flow. The music is gone. The poetry. The rhyme. 

And then I go back to simplicity. And it’s there again. And I want so much to make music, to sing, to dance. All the time. And to do nothing else. 

And then i see my babies and I remember they are who I dreamed of. dreamed for. Sing for. Dance with. 

And all I want to do is sing and dance and write for them. 

That’s my sweet spot. That’s my heaven. That’s love. And truth. That’s me.