Ode to P

My time is spent between what I want and what I need. Daydreams of love and what I desire are conflicted with reality and need. My dreams are filled with soft lips and smooth skin but my heart oh my weary heart.... tired and beaten by months and years of expectations, perfection and control. I am tired of my quest for perfection. It is time to allow life to be flawed, uncontrolled and needs, not expectations to be met. Long walks on the beach....slow kisses that go on forever...conversations of life, laughter and intimate desires should come to the front and breathed in very deeply. Always breath...say I love you everyday in my mirror...tell my little girl she is beautiful. She is.

The beginning.

The fog is lifting. warms winds stir my soul.
Sweet taste of life on my lips.
I smell sweetness again.

There is so much more than this...take a deep breathe
and let it out slowly...extasy

The mirror is me..I am listening again.

I remember her, that sweet child that was buried under hell

The mess she has spent a lifetime digging through, sorting through...fighting through.

I am told it is time for forgiveness, love and happiness.

A new journey has begun.