streaming upon wake my head feels heavier than most days lifting off the pillow a strain sending an uncomfortable feeling down the spine rolling over no relief falling back to a dream-state the answer limbs won’t move eyes won’t focus head is leaning
a slice of happiness have you walked in my shoes then i take your advice with a pill of choice your road is not mine your shoes are of a different kind i wear mine till there is no tread left i like the feel of the
phoenix awakening in the still of the night preparing for flight fearing nothing testing her strength with wings opened wide she flies with self-determination she cries out i will always survive as day breaks she slips into her nest
contemplation fraught in thought agonizing over the out come the positive seems the right approach if i go left will that unveil the wrong attitude there is a slant from point a to b to be or not to be the mind can’t decide if i just ponder
town green as a bird in flight light on her bared feet her dance her expression no music the crowd quiets no sound leaps dips spins and twirls mesmerizing the unexpected spectators in a trance unleashing her soul into a beautiful performance of unrehearsed steps