I feel I have ascended,
While my past and present is mended…
I feel I have attended,
To all of the things I needed.
I feel my personhood has blended,
With my soul that was feeding –
I’ve stood for what I believed in.
I feel I can feel again.
Flying high to the source,
Spending time in love, of course.
I feel I am on course,
As my pen is scorched with a torch.
I feel you tend to distort,
And you look at me as a chore,
These feelings that I report.
So, I am well off alone.
Making my own way to home.
So, I am well off being here with myself.
I am not looking for love’s help.
I feel I am in the finishing process of individuation.
I feel I am done contemplating.
I feel I am ready for life’s work to be started,
I am only human, irregardless.
These emotions are limited,
And My heart is just beating partially.
I have to pick up my speed,
I have to use my mind.
I have to take heed,
And see that all things will be fine.
I have to, begin.
I have to, end.
I want to, begin.
I myself, am my best-friend.