As I sit in reflective silence,

My refrigerator hums to life

I notice when it stops

silence once again.

I attempt to release all anxiety

(to give it to the Universe)

I’m resentful of my own inadequacies.

I relax into my “Captain’s Chair”

I focus on my breathing

In

hold

exhale

hold

I am soothing my inner child

the one that got frightened

angry, furious

I let go of anger.

I can’t hold it to my chest as I once did

suckling it like an infant

Loving the bitterness of my tears

I was encouraged to lie

to hide with deceitful heart.

I sure do want to, but who would I be then?

I know my spirit holds a different truth

a deeper meaning of who I want to be

while sitting in reflective silence