Need space
To fit my thoughts
In my head
To feel my heart
speaking to me
Claustrophobia
Can’t breathe
Compressed beyond resemblance
Of anyone I’ve been
Trying to be
Where are the questions?
The sacred uncertainty
They bring me back
To where I need to be
Wisdom contained
In those morsels of inquiry
Ask
And ask some more
What am I trying to do?
Create space
To help me to be myself
With a Spacious mind
And a Compassionate heart
I give myself
Some inner room
This is what I need
Nice.