She had long suspected that love wasn’t in the cards for her. She had even begun to accept her solitary lot in life. Now she had confirmation via a Tarot card reading by a trusted and respected friend.
“Well, this is just the icing on the cake.” she thought. It was just what she needed and she vowed to put thoughts of romantic love behind her and focus on other happinesses.
One could still have dreams.
One could still have passions.
“..and I still have love in my life, don’t I?” she softly asked the purring cat in her arms.
Who are you?,” you asked softly
Coaxing my answer with the whisper of your touch
“What makes you, you?,” you pleaded
Gently caressing my cheek with the back of two fingers
Peeling back my layers to get to my innermost truth
“I’m only beginning to understand myself.” I replied.
Sprinkling barely there kisses on my eyelids and forehead
Melting my resolve, crumbling my hard earned walls
“What is it you want to know?” I sighed.
She was swimming
in a sea of languages
words crashed over her
yet she couldn’t understand them
she only spoke in one tongue
These expressions were foreign to her
they swirled around her deafeningly
She just wanted them to stop, to shut up
for more than just a fleeting moment
so that she could her herself think
This surging, swelling tide of Words
rolled over her, leaving her struggling
and to remain afloat
Just as she was sure she would be swept away
and pulled under
There was a lull
and she could hear his voice on the wind,
softly singing “You are My Sunshine”
and she found the strength
to swim back to shore