Sometimes I forget to be still.
I forget what is important, or what it is to be bold, brave, open, and willing.
I forget that Inside I have a song to sing, a passion to dance with, and a soul journey to travel.
There are rest stops along the way, and some are so cozy and warm all I really wish to do is curl up in the comfort of it and kick off my shoes- home at last!
and forget about “all that”.
My weariness sets in when I think of the journey ahead, and the fear makes cold prickles down my neck.
“aren’t we there yet?” I cry out from the back seat of this crowded, stale, hot, Brady Bunch ride-
only to shake myself awake, dusting the crumbs of complacence from my chin as I haul my leg to climb over
vinyl seats, and broken head rests…
to claim my life again.
Back into the drivers seat… windows down.. music pulsing, revving the engine of a complacent heart as I shift into gear….
for another adventure down a backwards country road,
or some nameless city street,
into the middle of no-where….
more will be revealed
as I listen to music that plays
in a distant land
where only the few
can hear it.