Perhaps the part of me that has something to say

About grass

And the broad expanse of ink black sky

Sprinkled with stars

An orange moon

Surprisingly wonky

Reminds me to breathe

That life is more than pressure

And bustle

And hustle

That people should really be told

What I yell sometimes in my heart

Instead of presented

With all of the energy it takes

To be polite

To the impolite

Kind

To the unkind

And generous

To the tight or maybe not

Perhaps it is just wise

To be myself

Only on the inside

Where I can paint the walls blue if I like

And slide down their resilient vertical brace

Relax into my taut stomach

lean on my own faith

Awash with gentle solitude for awhile

for whatever reason it is

and whichever part of me it was

who woke me at this early and very godly hour

I am grateful

For here I sit

Beneath life itself

Looking up in wonder

Remembering

Who I am

When I forget to fight

Resist

What is

And simply be in awe of what it is to be alive

*having that moment when the soul can be heard. When it crawls out from beneath all the to do’s , and should’s and the hundreds of voices that fill up my head.