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