Each of Us
is a gift
whether we like it
or not
depends upon
the extent
of a process
called
unwrapping.
-1976
July 2022
Thoughts flow within me
Like an endless stream
Drifting past the forest pines
Touching the very heart of my soul
Revealing my innermost dreams
Making me free as a butterfly.
My thoughts dance to the music
of the wind in the trees
the songs of the birds
and the roar of waterfalls.
Suddenly -- a storm crashes through
Blocking out my peace with broken
Dreams thundering inside me,
Haunting memories flashing past like lightning
Tears are raining upon my
Peaceful, happy thoughts.
The stream is now a broken mirror
reflecting shattered images
broken promises
and a broken self.
I hear music........
My soul is filling with harmony
After each storm I gain new meaning and expression
Yet my innermost dreams are still clinging
While my rainbow of thoughts stretches
Through my soul and beyond
Glowing radiantly until --
I burst
and feel
and can be
The inner me.
— Word Nerd, 1976