Stuck

                 The colors of clouds on a sunny day.     

They float before me to wrap me in words.

I’m floating across the sky in tender forms.

Talking softly I am held by memory.

Does remembrance offer wellness?

 My fire dances across the sky. 

                                   Tattooing itself with each touch.

Caring me to these life letters.

I’m seized in love songs.

The colors of clouds on a sunny day excite my motion.

I am embraced with visions of arms that support and comfort.

I am once again well!

I am not sick, I am stuck!

 

I wish to find my moments in time, caring for myself. I am not in need of care, I wait for love and smiling at who I am. How is it I feel so stuck, continually waiting, out of reach, in a universal wish for what I don’t have. I know it exists somewhere as I wait. Truth lies somewhere. I was trained in areas where struggle found itself constant, now as I am recreated. The excitement leads me into a new life where I don’t need to complain, only accept.