The New Rule

It’s the old rule that mothers have to be nice
That professionals must be impersonal
That I have to live up to my potential
Use my brain instead of my heart
Use my brain instead of my body.

But the soul is fed by poetry, and
My brain wants to join the party of the soul
Dance with my feet
Feast with my eyes
And get to know the rest of me.

The new rule is that my soul is in charge
And my soul is something
Much more interesting than nice.

Intentions

Thought about writing.
Didn't.
Watched sunset.