In My Own Time

Time is closing in
Buried under pretense
With nothing to do.
Rude awakening
When sabotage comes
Knocking at my door.
‘Highest potential’ me
Says I must stop this
As a means to an end.
Inner dialogue
Between
High and low
It is agreed
That it is time…
Time to replenish
So with hand over heart,
I solemnly swear,
To give myself
My own Love.