huntine
Today I'll make a a party for my anger and my fear. A funeral. I'll dress all in black and bake a cake to say goodbye. I'll put up black balloons and invite all my other sub-personalities to come. Together we'll dance and cry. Together we'll sing and sigh and then be done with it. We'll say, you've been of use, but Bon Voyage, now. And say hello to Envy when you see her!
I rise into today's blue promise like a bird--or a mist of possibilities, longing for form. I rise onto my toes trying to see beyond where my eyes, mind, heart can reach. I rise into what I think I cannot be, but am.