I’m fuzzy headed and fuzzy hearted
I have to move on from feeling alone
And recognize the wealth and size of my own
When I shake it, the glitter glides
And sprinkles and flashes to my sides
spilling the sparkling debris of the positive vibes around me.
When it settles and all is still – I feel cold
And close and turned in.
I see the faults and the flaws
And the me wanting more.
I see cracks and gaps and
Of my life Alone.
Without cuddles and loves,
And the occasional
The pats on the back and the stokes on the skin,
That support that ensure
I get up once more.
I have to remember
And try to recall how very
Lucky I am to have what I have
And how it means more.
I live in a the 1st world with all it’s
Wi-Fi, and tweets and coffee mocha, fair trade treats,
Spread ankle deep at my feet.
I’m lucky to live and lucky to be alive
Of course I must work
Ofcourse I must strive
For this is reality
And it’s dark and it’s gloomy –
More like a shoes box than a sea side trophy.
SO I suck it up and I shake it up
And gaze at the glitters
As it falls from the sky, and settles in drifts.
Then clicking the heels of my ruby slippers,
I remember there’s no place like home,
like my snowdome.
Three words taken out of context..
I must remember to see clearly my life around me.
If need be I will underscore how lucky I am and
How many and much and more I have.
I’m ankle deep in people and stuff
and I must remember to underscore the good
and rub out the naff.