I went to the gym this morning, grabbed a book off the shelf to read on the bike. A poem I had long ago written fell out. So I thought I’d blog it here.
“How wonderful to be alone
No biting dog or ringing phone
A buzz from a cold glass of wine
A break from chaos, rush and time
In touch with who I used to be
Alone, aware, really me
But in this time I crave so much
A sense of love and tender touch
The joy I met a man I love
Realizing childhood lessons does
Make me happy to be me
In touch, aware and finally free.”