For the rest of my life, but hopefully, when worries arise
I’ll have developed the presence of mind to discern
Between ghosts from the past, who have come to
Haunt the child within me versus a near and
Present danger that is currently threating my well being
As to Hakuna Matata, I just couldn’t resist
Offering you the message received by my intellect
Suggesting that as an innocent cub, Simba’s
Inexperienced think tank had no clue
Whatsoever as to who had been friend or foe until
He was made to feel so guilty of wrong doing as to
Have wandered away to carve a path of his own, where
He’d had the good fortune to connect with
New friends, who’d cared so deeply about
The well being of this lonely soul’s sad spirit as to feed
The lost cub that which he’d been most in need of
(Unconditional love) ever since his peace of mind had
Felt so undeservedly shamed by Uncle Scar as to have
Shattered the child’s connection to self worth
Causing a sweet little cub to have banished himself
Unnecessarily, from his ... pride ...
‘Tis good that Ravi and I watched The Lion King
A gazillion times; ‘‘tis good that whenever Ravi plays Simba
(After designating me to be Uncle Scar) my spirit has
Sound reason to smile peacefully while listening to
My sweet grand daughter working, during playtime, to develop
Her existential, self assertive, three year old voice ... and
Amen to the fact that both of our lives have been
Immeasurably blessed with good fortune to share
This friendship we treasure, where child reaps intuitive rewards
During playtime with Gramma, who has learned, through
Intuitive necessity (the mother of invention), how to provide
The safe emotional environment, which
My parents, who’d loved me deeply, had no clue that I’d lost, though
Photos in family albums show my arms bandaged from
Shoulder to below my wrists to stop me from scratching at
The intensity of my itching need to free myself of
Deeply repressed anxiety, catalyzed by subconscious
Emotional distress that had deviled the peace of mind of
The innocent child I’d been ... under my skin
And thus in hopes of retrieving the loss of my personal sense of
Safety, which my parents had had no conscious clue of needing to
Provide for their beloved eldest child, I’ve worked, intuitively, over
My lifetime, to resolve inner conflict by way of identifying and
Absorbing my fearful side and courageous side ever more
Mindfully so as to know and embrace both sides that make
Me whole, and thus do I feel thankful for having consciously worked to
Develop a set of insight driven, self motivated inner strengths that
Inspire me to take leaps of faith, eyes wide open, toward embracing
Personal growth spurts, each of which makes sound use of
Creative writing to encourage my heartfelt quest for
Peace of mind to heed Socrates’ sage advice, most especially
During dark times when episodes of PTSD have been empowered to
Suck my spirit’s positively focused attitude into yesteryear’s
Steeply bewildering black hole, which brings to mind
The Raven, who sayeth: Nevermore ... and knowing that my spirit has
Felt inspired to work determinedly, courageously and patiently for years to
Identify, value and respect my essential needs as highly as
I value and respect yours. iis time for my intuitive think tank to pull
Today’s train of thought into the next rest station, beckoning directly
Ahead so that my whole sense of self, falling peacefully to sleep, feels
Readiness, upon awakening, to free my brain from unpacking
Excess baggage in favor of functioning, at long last, as a deeply relieved
Positively focused, self respecting, well balanced, high spirited whole, which
Consciously acknowledges personal need for ample time to recoup and refuel ...
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