Kept a plaid shirt in the closet

for the lucky one –

kept a plaid shirt in my closet.

 

I imagined one for fun,

it helped my mind a ton.

No longer had to run

this one no one could shun

he was a loved one but none

the secret son –

it felt great to have someone.

 

Kept a plaid shirt in the closet

for the lucky one –

kept a plaid shirt in the closet.

 

He listened, he cared

with him I wasn’t scared.

Could tell him everything

and he loved me just the same.

Yet my secret brother had no name,

having him around was never lame,

he’d help me get to a better mind frame.

 

Hanging on the rod

always had my back

he’d never lose track

love he never lacked.

 

He was there when Dad was not,

he was there when my aunt was lost:

he was there in the rain, sun and frost

my imaginary brother.

 

Before you, I had my suitcase packed,

was lost on the track

and confused how to get back.

It made sense to start to pretend

Couldn’t comprehend

even myself what I intended:

 

less stuck and more real,

more on the move

until I found my groove,

and when I pretended –

there was You.

As our layers of life peel away

may we always keep in mind:

for us to shine

it helps to focus on the vine

the great parts divine –

after all the bad mad and sad

it’s always good to reset and restart

the battles are of the whole a part –

they help us become stronger each time

and edge closer to our goals in line.

 

All too often we judge ourselves as if committed crimes,

it’s good to learn from the hardships yet to be kind

to oneself and others – it doesn’t cost a dime.

In fact it creates the greatest shift

within the fabric of humanity,

let it shine!

 

Give yourself and others grace

Focus on your blessings

so you’ll be less stressing

your troubles will be lighter for confessing.

 

As we expose each layer of ourselves,

we can continue to grow our artistry 

for beautiful parts of us to be born anew:

without stepping on any toes

keep planting seeds in even rows,

the hardest part is the effort you put in

that always turns into an all over win

I love to write it makes us all kin:

Begin again every day like a rose 🌹.

Blessings and Love,

Evana.