Love Letters from the Soul

Lover Letters
from the Soul

My Wings Are Still Forming

My Wings Are Still Forming

Be careful what you think of me 

because my wings are still forming

Although I am suspended 

in the marble shell of my own fear, 

It shall not be so always,

so you ought to be careful what you think of me 

because my wings are still forming.

Even in the garden of flowers 

clothed in the fragrance of an outdoor majesty,

surrounded by trees that know,

you ought to be careful what you think of me

because my wings are still forming.

I cannot yet take flight for I am a sister 

suspended to my place, the place where no one notices

and no one really cares, but my time of flight,

It comes and I will step beyond this frozen place

to become what God has meant me to be.

Like a thousand before me and thousands yet to come

afraid to live, afraid to die, waiting, waiting for the moment.

you must be careful with me 

my wings are still forming and I will fly.

A few more seasons, a few more comings of the new moon

and the dawn shall come, and you shall look for me,

the one you took for granted, always there, never speaking,

never sharing, always available and never loved.

You should have been careful what you thought of me

because as you wake to wonder about the stone one

who has so long decorated the garden, waste no thought.

My wings are formed and I have flown.

And you, you are left where I used to be.

Actually How the Potty is Absolutely Best Free Therapy

Actually how the potty is absolutely best free therapy. Carrying the emotional memories of former lovers and friends that have hurt us and cause us pain is like the bloated feeling of constipation, except this time, it is purely emotional.  
   
You know how it is when you feel miserable and ashamed of how you feel but you just can't seem to do anything about it. Sometimes therapy is necessary.

Here is a novel idea. It is time to take it to the potty and get rid of what is no longer necessary.

Take a laxative. Do a cleanse. Drink coffee hot and black. Take a walk and when the feeling hits, begin to smile. Your liberation is at hand. Therapy is ready to happen.

As you liberate your body, liberate your mind. Hande your business. Clean your behind. Push the flusher.

Walk away free. Feel better. Get on with your life no longer bound by what was no longer necessary. This is actually how the potty is absolutely the best free therapy ever.