My Own Time

Another poem/affirmation by me.

Satisfaction and comfort unconditionally reside in me

I am friends

with confusion this time around

my Eyes are lazy and do not search for anything

my fingers do not twitch

I do not anticipate

a ping

My movements are slow

I gently lotion the dry and cracked in-betweens of my fingers, and

I do not

Miss

A

Spot

Unfamiliar music does not unsettle me

and familiar music is not fleeting

I do not flinch when she tosses in her sleep

I do not await

the creaking of a door

My belly does not cave in

On itself

Passion and Delight pulse in between

my eyebrows

I know exactly where to massage my feet when

they ache

I know my doubts inside

and out

I recall

when they were delivered,

wailing, bewildered, oblivious, falsely licensed,

and I have rehearsed

patient answers for their myriad questions,

filtered through

Inarguable truths.

I do not mind if people don’t

know me

For, now,

the outside does not

seep into me.

I am contained, hard-headed, curious, vital, knowing,

unknowing, welcoming, grinning, wisely cautious, and

Limitless

And I will be tomorrow,

too.

- Helen