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I don't want a lot from my days
Just a little sunshine I can view from my bed
And maybe a warm body to which I can turn
Planting a good morning kiss on his forehead
Before I depart the comfort of his arms
To seize the day that awaits
And if I'm not meant to have a warm body beside me
Relief that I'm able to greet the morn
Feeling steady beats from within my cavity
A benevolence granted since before I was born
I don't want a lot from my self
Just enough strength to sponsor my own pride
When self-compassion runs low
And when well-being isn't found as hoped
At the bottom of a bottle of Cab Merlot
Or when I find myself crawling up the stairs
In search of my sacred place
For an impromptu cleansing of my soul
To release negative debates
I don't want a lot from this life
Just a promise that if I hold tight to my creed
If I make it beyond moments of obscurity and disbelief
I will journey forward to welcome an experience
Better than I ever dreamed
Carrying on my shoulders
An unwavering sense of security
From within my sensitive heart
A softness that exudes love and kindness
And from my often-overwhelmed mind
Credit for current progress
About the Creator
meka carter
Journaling life as I grow through what I go through.
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Comments (1)
This poem is a beautiful gift. Thank you.