JB Writes Too

Sunday (22/06/08)

As the weekend
Folds gently to a close
I take as long as possible
to do anything
I stroll to and from a film
I take the longest moments
to read books
and drink chamomille tea.
In books,
I see too many words
that i have yet to learn
I feel ashamed though
that i have barely acknowledged
the day.
Although it has been magnificent
I’ve been imagining
snowfall
and dogs paddling
in New Zealand seas
The freeze of my abode
Bears well to ignite
the pictures in my mind
I think of conversations
in new technology
And tell myself
not to worry about those
who hate me.
I remember simple words:
” I am OK”
Here in my private universe
I know
I am getting stronger
and more confident
everyday.
I remind myself to envy noone
Everyone has a story
As I have my own
Mine, riddled with mistakes
I lament this
as the tea does as I hoped it would
Relaxes and allows me to let go of fear
And knowing
I am my own best friend.