I live my life through the words I write
I am mindful and present
with my frustrations,
acknowledging them
giving them power, more than they deserve.
Holding frustrations over situations beyond my control
weighs me down,
noticeably so.
Give them away
so I can give more of myself to you.
Give, in hopes that you
will give too.
Where the dry, humid, sweat-provoking
heat once rested upon my skin,
a new, cool air rests instead,
dancing along the hairs extended
from their follicular homes.
The world feels different;
calm, soft,
gently braving us for the changes
waiting ahead.
Night lives longer
trees change color
the sun rests more.
The world shifts
as do I
to enter the warm, welcoming embrace
of September.
Come, rest your head a while
think not of things unnecessary.
Rather, think of nothing.
Clear your mind until it resembles
a bed with freshly cleaned sheets
untouched, unsat on,
unslept in,
waiting to envelop whoever arrives first.
Rid the preconceptions and
judgements residing now,
so that you may
await and absorb
the new, unexpected and changing
life you live
amongst your sheets.
Dawning Words 