Oft in awhile I speak to myself
and nothing will hurt anymore.
No glory in survival
no glare of the sun.
No pretense as defensiveness
nor ocean capture of life’s sum.
Once in awhile I convince myself
it’ll be alright.
And love’s somewhere
you can find and bolt down.
Na, nothing’s going to kill me
not tonight.
Nothing’s going to hurt me
nothing to fear.
I like the chorus
the lines to fill
it’s a new world.
TMezPoetry 
Ciao my friend welcome back
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Thank you friend, Hugs~
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Good to see you back
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Thank you, hugs.
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Beautiful and melancholy, Tammy. I hope the convincing become reality. Lovely to see your post pop up in my email. ❤
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Diana, I’ve been very fortunate to settle for a little while two miles from the ocean and I go there everyday with my dog in recoup as well as being surrounded by tall redwoods and watching the frolics of wildlife. This is a healing time after the sh*t storm in some aspects. Hopefully also a time to reconnect with writing before other aspirations and goals. Good to talk again, hugs!
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I’m glad you’ve resettled and are breathing a bit of ocean air. The trauma of those fires will take time to heal. Be gentle. ❤
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Aww thank you hun and if I had a heart icon I’d put it here in reply 🙂 Put the virtual coffee on, I’ll be stopping by soon hehe
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Sounds good. The coffee is on and I’m baking muffins. 🙂
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