WHIMSICAL POETRY

I reach deep within to find what I need to mature and be whole.
My tears become the food and drink that nourish my soul.
Memories of joy and pain, of love and hurt, are integrated.
And I lift my face, my arms, my heart toward the sun, elated.

For with its light I am complete,
I can finally grow.

You are the sunlight, which my heart craves
Yours is the energy that I long to absorb
And be absorbed into, forever saved
From my many foolish attempts to conform

For in your light I am complete,
and finally able to grow.