The prompt at NaPoWriMo today is to write a poem using the titles from the book spines on your shelf. Guess I’ll be writing this one sitting on the floor in front of a book shelf. Have to pick one to sit in front of-eenie, meenie, miney, mo! This should be fun.
Grow A Spine
Sitting there in a bubble of psychic protection, waiting for instant calm to set in
The subtle body is all a flutter, as it has been unsettled by the ghosts of the world
Time for a little chicken soup for the woman’s soul
Start following the whispers of your intuition while meeting the madwoman
Step beyond the Christ conspiracy and begin thinking with your soul
Let’s talk woman to woman and set up some new rules
Becoming succulent wild women, women who run with the wolves
Fear no more the question of whether you’re really too sensitive
Be you, be glorious, start living your dreams, discover the new fortune in your hands
Shed the crisis of conscience that was created by those telling you who should be
Release the real you, for that’s how to get your name written down in a book of angels.