I feel lighter, not yet as a feather
(perhaps never) but lighter still.
I feel the weight subsiding daily
Even when my mind is plagued
By the deeds of yesterday
Do I seem to acknowledge myself again.

There is less room for things such as
blame and shame and (significantly)
More for appreciation, his brother,
Humility and their dear mother, Peace.
Did I mention how light I feel?

Though in some instances I am still
Grossly bedridden there remains a
Hint of wings unto which I cling –
I now depend on the desire to be lighter.

See I am not what once I was: thick
And foolish, lustful and materialistic!
I am lighter. But, even more necessary
Is to be weightless- to float. Oh, the

yes, I am en route; destination: bountiful!