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
I am soothing my inner child
the one that got frightened
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