With these two hands, anything can emurge.

I’ll lock myself in this room, emotional purge.

Put these two fabrics together for a quilt to keep me warm.

Maybe mix these flours together, tasty bread will form.

I find the in between, a place I drift off to flow.

Passion expressing, totally zoned in, letting it all go.

And if im feeling up to it, maybe Ill tackle this room.

Because somtimes its in the way I create my HOME.

A place of refuge, from the world - all the noise.

A safe place for my daughter to grow and experience joys.

I’m at it again, feeling connected to the soul I carry

Maybe Ill pour a glass- somthing tannet, bold, tobacco and black cherry.

This warmth I’m feel inside, empowering, comfort.

Stay with me forever, you sweet sweet ailment.