I turned to see a woman

‘night turned sullen and I all of sudden’

I remembered everything’s gonna be alright since about the age of four when I sailed across the Atlantic on the Corinthea saying goodbyes forever going nowhere lost to the exactness of longitude and latitude I began to check my attitude even then they were telling me its all about gratitude into the morning
I fell face down

‘down into a well where darkness did dwell’

lost in the range of everything’s gonna be alright barely taking flight I found my sprinting legs they were told to watch out for me ‘cuz I was fast determined to not come in last I ran in worn out shoes that survived into the afternoon of the last day of the year I did not take breaks I just kept moving like
a hummingbird shivering in flight

‘flight kept me low to the ground and there I was found’

at the bottom of everything’s gonna be alright you’d think the last place to find peace—yet the darker it gets the more vivid the light though it feels cold its hot as hell there you are closer to the source of your despair and even line hangs with a thin veil that is out of reach on a imagined groove that is the cord that
cannot be broken

‘broken without any healing I turned to see a woman’

she said everything’s gonna be alright ‘cuz tonight and into tomorrow (s) tomorrow you will carry a small drop of water within your heart it will be released just now sit tight with a cup of Darjeeling tea be soothed and sorted and let all your bruises turn in colour from angry purples and sad blues to light greens and pale yellows

then notice, one day you will wake up to find it is a take—only after a spell of mis-takes

having a go at life you will know that everything’s gonna be alright —Rhea Phoenix, 06.11.11 02.13.12