BYE

Notes in bed

7 in the morning

Planting the seeds of my vision

The love for my devotion

Thank God I never gave up

So I can unfold

Get up and pick up

The gold from my hard labor

On the floor , I sat

Grounded

Wrote my words in silence

But I sang them all loud

I became my own choir

Letting go of my desk

Getting lost in the farewell

No special playlist

Any sound

Not one reply needed

Or explanation, caption

Forget the opinions

And that never ending answer

Not one chair

In my creative dimension

I fly to all of the lands

Feed myself the abundance

Of all the continents’ gardens

What do I need a plane for?

On every wall

I study, accept,

Heal circumstances

What they got to do with the core

Of my bright, shiny purpose?

I elevate, I draw

I fly to all of the mountains,

All of the seas, another world

I stand, I levitate

For myself I dress

Wholesome whole

I have already arrived

Lifestyle and mindset

A new page

Re-centering

Protecting my self-worth.

-E-