Beautiful Beginning

I'll leave the paper and pen next to me tonight,

through the night,

because I feel there might be words...

and I'm nervous...

I'm shaking or I'm waking 

as I walk barefoot across my cold tile floor.

A coming out of hibernation I feel my bones

and begin to thaw out visceral again

(is this visceral again?)

It's been so long and I've been so scared

is my passion knocking and can I make it real,

Let it flow and write my truths...

I'm preparing now.

I was storing up.

I was enduring.

It's a beginning.

Springs awakening.

No rush no force eloquence is seeping in

or I am finally seeping out

try to breathe, learn of patience 

in my never ending growth to struggle 

to look beyond

to transform 

every win and every pain 

into Deena once again. 

2005