Gifted with an unrealistically brilliant and kind mind
Seldom does it settle down and often wonders what it’s like to unwind
The wise know this comes with a side of calamity, a cheetah racing in the night
The waves move so fast, especially when the moon’s glow provides the only light
My soul is restless and fidgety like a newborn’s wing
Belting the sunrise birds’ songs, my smile is always present to make them sing
Blue Jays perch and sigh, for the notes I hit high are the tears I can not cry
The vacancy of joy invited chaos to host a show
His curtains refuse to close and he never waves goodbye
I mirror the sun and moon’s relationship
One minute the sun’s elation and bright motivation I grip
Seconds pass, one of the moon’s shooting stars diving and anxiously biting her lip
Is there a divine blueprint for me or does mine consist of a major twisted flip
I try so hard to hold my head high
All who surround me declare my consistent happiness enhances light in the night sky
Holders of intelligence will vouch that those who smile most,
Inside resides the darkest ghost
When the moon dances my soul whimpers
Scourged because no one experiences my heart
Or it’s drive and how immensely love glimmers
I’m told I feel way too much by so many
I blame my sign, I’m a Cancer, baby, this is my design
I embrace how much my heart craves to feel, but at the same time I loathe it forreal
I tell them kick rocks when they say I’m nuts,
The expiration date of my love hides entangled within Earth’s guts
My genuine friends will let you in on some, if the date exists, it won’t ever come
I’ll continue weaving my crazy into a calm web of words
Line by line I transform insanity to divinity like a skip of musical thirds
After I’ve covered a page or three, finally I can dip my toes in mentally pleasant sea
Peace softly whispers in my ear as my rhymes leave less fret to fear
My velvet book and pen is where I run to heal
I may feel a little too much, but my, oh, my,
The beauty of my mind is beyond real

healingsuggestions:

remember that you are the one in control of your healing process, not anyone else. pay attention to what you feel your heart needs.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

-Maya Angelou