Yes,
Days like these
Speak calming words
Unto my unsettled spirit.
Dictation addresses
Soundlessness,
Heard only,
Felt internally,
Inside pure rawness
Of Me.
And there,
Exposed,
Lie my wounds.
Aggravated periodically
By suckers of blood
Looking for a feed.
But,
Its days like these
That mend my traumas,
Partake of darling
Holy Smoke.
Indeed,
I do intake.
Subtle relaxation
Far from troubles,
Free of needs,
want for nothing.
Melting, solely,
With high
Cerebral burning.
Locating comfort like none.
Here ,
Strength subdues
As I willfully embrace.
Belle