Thursday, October 18 2012
Seeing I
Old stories
Of threat and woe
Distort my vision,
And off I go
Projecting pain
Reacting fast
My swirling head
Prisoned in past.
Breathe slow, my boy.
Open your eyes.
See what's real.
Don't buy the lies.
Stay here, my man.
Shed the disguise.
Your space is vast.
Remember true size.