The Wake-Up

As I lay me down to sleep
I ask myself how can I prioritize my peace?
Waking up this morning, a pregnant mother died
along with the nine months of life inside of her.
Shot by a lover,
how in his mind did he love her?
Hurt and pain intertwined with love.

Generations of emotional wounds assassinate trust…
and ostracize truth.

How do I love myself when humanity is drowning in its wounds?

Walking through life dancing in confusion.

Grounding oneself in grandiosity's illusion.

My heart beats as I skip through the streets trying to sell psychotherapy.
Knocking on doors of public housing floors fearing the fear of being seen.
Reminding other humans that they are human beings.
Turning hopelessness into hope and seeking internal peace.

Finding balance in the chaos of feeling better,
eventually.
Looking for the trust that the path,
Truly is,
Love.

Loving myself from tonight,
through my last wake-up.