I am healing
I am healing
I am healing
I am healing
I am a soft flower feeling
I am the lost eyes on a bedroom ceiling
I am the loss of innocence
I am the young girl seeking
I am questioning
I am kneeling
Why
Does a friend come and go
A kiss make time slow
Who can explain
Why that warm, summer rain
Can cleanse my soul awake
Why I feel pure love
Floating backwards in a lake
Why do lovers lie
Why do grandmothers die
Why do I absorb the essence of the moon in the pupil of my eye
And feel all of life
Feel it all
Feel it all
And want to laugh
And want to cry
Why do I write
Why was I taught to fear the night
Why do kids grow cancers
Why don’t all questions have answers
I am the poem and the poet
The fact that I know nothing
I know it
I am the vaccine
I am the plague
I am the dancer on stage
The calm and the rage
I am the audience observing
I am the harsh critic and the standing ovation
I am the friendly connection
and the lonely isolation
I feel it all
The beginning, middle and end
I am heavy with my thoughts
And weightless with a pen
I am the lifting of regret
I am the release of guilt
I am not a hard rock
I am the flowers that wilt
Yes I feel it all
I am a soft flower feeling
I am healing
I am healing
I am healing
Thoughts on a page
I am an onion, peeled
Words from the depths
I am the bowing of the shield
While I write
I am healing
When it is out
I am healed