She who always knewthat she was destined – destined, mind you –for more than domesticitynever suspected that perhaps her knowingmight be nothing more than the soul’s delusionholding imprints of hopeful mystery.This knowing comes now to bother herin the hubble and clutter of kids-cats-anniversariesto a dissatisfactionan impatiencewith the humble goodness of her ordinary life.As if she needed reminding thatthe envelope of optionsis sealed nowand the unfurling ofwhat will be has become a matter ofunmagical consequence.She who longed both for thisand for a roaming othernessnow remembers past loversand the taste of their tonguesas she fights the shameof a temper at small infractions by herchildren-thank-god-for themnever knew such temper simmeredaching to be lost.She sinks into memories and dreamsfolding corners of herself downlike a neat napkinhiding the stains, the dirtof her most wondrous gypsy selfso that this life – this perfectly happy life –might proceed without incidentmedicationtragedy.She who writes this song to herselfsings now for the selvesthat have no placeto be sung.
Author, writing mentor, retreat leader. I’m an internationally bestselling author of nine books, inspirational speaker and writing mentor. I’ve had books published in just about every genre- fiction, non-fiction, self-help, memoir – by some of the top publishing houses in the world. My books have sold over 650 000 copies and have been translated in a range of languages. Two of my books have been #1 Amazon bestsellers, and at one point the German edition of Secret Mothers’ Business outsold Harry Potter- crazy, right?
Categories: Inspiration, Poems
