Doorsteps

I sit on the rough steps leading to the place I call home... a place that is legally mine. I sit under a clear night sky, breathing in the many scents that a light breeze blows towards me.

I sit and I think of the many people I love... I dream of the many things I love, the passion I feel, this intense energy that I need to give to the world.

Music plays in my ears... I listen to the many beats and dance inside. I am sometimes a woman of total abandon.

I sit here and shed a tear or two for what I've lost and will never touch again.

I sit here and let the breeze kiss me gently and make me believe in my potential.

Much water has flowed... and all through the one steady truth has been this : I have to give of my energies to nurture this place.

I have only one prayer... o sky, keep me whole and keep me complete enough to nurture it all.