My Heart's Passion

 
The light dimmed and the dark solemn moment turned cold.

I began the all familiar fight or flight panic mode.

It confidently sets in as I begin to sweat.


The volume inside my head was increasing and something prompted my vulnerability.

It was just a suggestion.

I ignored it.


A light begins to shine within my heightened awareness.

It is growth’s evolution and I'm better for knowing.

My passion prowls the halls looking for it's longing.


No one can replace their own acceptance.

Who really needs to know the cost of a long time?

Anyway, spring will meld into periwinkles and Grecian wind flowers.


So, lay your heart down under the moon to rest.

Unoccupy your mind and seek serenity from your mother's heartbeat.

Don't question her gentle affections.


Go on ahead and pluck morning dew drops from the past.

Place them carefully in your living journal.

Remember to be kind to the whispering poet as she wanders through her heart's passion: words.