Memoir 6

Good morning--

the sun whispers through silver-lined clouds.

They meet at the mountaintop.

Then drift like cirrus

over the valley.

The cat pads to the door, moewing for outside.

Jay remains in slumber.

And I--

I sit near the fire,

drinking in it’s warmth.

On top of our pillows

 as comfy as can be

We balance the rhythm of our heart beats

the rhythm of our breathing

Maybe we’ll astral project

both of our souls holding onto one another on the astral plane

then I’ll wake up and say your name.

I furrow my eyebrows together

hoping to figure something out

for myself

A butterfly emerges from my chakra

reminiscing again

the negativity seeps in

it’s cold and the pain I’m remembering is too much to bare

My muscles tense up

I keep myself awake so that I don’t have a nightmare

forcing myself to reflect on something comforting

for I don’t want to relive this

give myself a chance

I will move through this