seedling

sometimes I sing to let the noises flow,

or dance in my room just to let go

I walk down the street with my eyes closed,

breathe in the mint air and just be surrounded

I laugh at myself when no one else knows

because there are things in my head that are funny to me alone

I get thirsty easily, and drink like a fish

if I move my stomach I can hear it swish!

I get lost in books, but never in a movie

unless, perhaps, it is a documentary

days can turn to seconds,

and minutes to years,

but to me my heart still beats

as every season nears

some part of me remains unchanged

my soul deep within loves just the same

I am fragile as glass,

but wild as the wind

I move through the currents,

and pray God sends me to Him.