The quiet Earth stills for my sigh
The chaos of the Cosmos has
Bequeathed me
Queen of this Reality
Ruler of these thoughts
I’m slipping away with each scenario
Fired up in
Fantasies of the future
Forgetting about the

Instantaneous miracles

That happen

With each

Breath.

I remember. I am no lost soul.
I am one that remembers who it is.
Adorned with the safety of the Cosmos,
Living love within the core of its
Icy Chasms

NOTES:

Pulling yourself out of a deep depression is no simple feat. I feel I’ve done it time and over again. Poetry always pulls me out quickest.