Connect

It’s true I am a frustrated soul
Can hardly believe that some
Are ruled by their own idiocy
No hope for growing

And yet I find myself
In their pattern
Disconnect

I am trying
To live my own reality
Without boundaries and
Little white lies

I have nothing to cover up
No reason to hide

It is what it is
I am who I am
I know who I am

Taking care of me today
The business of being me
It is a busy job
Swirling twirling
Breathe
Focus

Remember who I am

Sometimes I wonder
Who are what
I would have been
Had I had a father
Or if it is important
At all

I met him once
Lacking expectation
Not disappointed
Or surprised
Confirmed my belief
The grass is greener

I realized
Since then
That we don’t notice
How green the grass
We stand on

Little Napoleon is back
Flitting and flailing
Twisting in uncertainty
And self doubt

Reaching inside myself
To disconnect
Again, that is not my reality
You may not board this ship
It has sailed

Focusing on MY higher power
Whatever and wherever
That is
Focus and it will come
Change your focus

I didn’t come back to
To live small
To not live large
How dare I
Shrink
And not be fabulous
How dare I!