Being

Monitoring my mood. Catching myself from spinning in the vortex. Stretching my arm and holding on. With both hands. Loving me. Little at a time. Thinking of the peaks of my day. Or is it peeks. This is not the time for spell check and punctuation. This is the time for being ok with my mistakes. This is the time for forgiving myself. For loving myself. For letting the words flow out of me to create room for me. This time.