Growing pains tend to slow me down as I reach for maturity in the words
I try to share a bit of wisdom, a shadow of deliberate secrets
It is difficult picking up pieces of floating fragments of tangled thoughts
Slowly drowning in these somewhat turbulent waterways of life
One eventually concludes it is indeed easier with the aid of a foreign object
To break troublesome thoughts into smaller images that simply fades away
Rest seeps into the mind, waving its confusion as a banner
Sleep to the eyes that see little of nothing, scared to envision possibilities
We have become so sophisticated in our denial to open one’s heart to the mind
Surely, the least we desire will only result in the more we eventually go without
Forgetting to enjoy the simple way of living freely from day to day
Will cost us more than even a generous fool is willing to pay
Who cares if these words ring of greatness, a poet laureate I may never be
A soul who finds her inspiration in the music of a simple note played perfectly
Lavender bath salts offer me a field of lilies that allows my mind to wander
Candles guide me on a trail of thoughts leading to peaceful discoveries
Yes, I suffer from these growing pains as I stretched to reach the stars
However, long that it must take, I will try my best to endure the bumps and falls
I will soon be able to lay down the notes that ring true of a concerto
In the words I write from the lovely flickers of lights that dwell in my mind
