I finally feel free.
The wind is lightly blowing, the air smells sweet—
The clouds are dotted and smeared across the sky—
I think the reason that poetry is so often about nature
Is because when your mind is finally free
then you can tune in and NOTICE beauty again.
I learned how to breathe today.
I saw my therapist. That helped.
I learned that it’s ok to be me. No need to define myself
in relation to anyone else, except my kids. Even they will grow up, and soon it will be just me.
Letting go of expectations, extrapolations, permutations
Letting go of the need to be needed.
Letting go of the need to need.
And letting a calmer mind lead me through the muck
And learn to see the muck as a beautiful thing in its own way.