The Truth of Being One with One

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I wish to live in

a comfort zone - my thoughts and

feelings all my own.

"How are you doing?"

such a bland phrase. Want answers?

Just look at my face.

I don't want to say,

yet the question stays the same.

From me: "Not so good."

Folks fluster at truth.

They want to hear "Fine, thank you."

But I'm not playing.

I want to be true

to self, to integrity.

So I say what is.

My comfort zone. Soft, plush,

all my own. Autonomy,

my lush ideal.

I will make it real.

Tiny, little lush space filled

with prisms, sparkles, stars.

I owe it to self.

Nothing I want more than to

be my comfort zone.