I spy on my mind’s eye

I spy on my mind’s eye; you have got to be stunningly gorgeous,

just like your will power and emotional gravitational energy.

Part of me believes that your family who sees you daily, don’t see you exactly all the way.

You don’t feel all the way known, even though they say they “know” you.

~ Deep breath. ~

Your feelings are valid - healthy to express, like eating Caesar salad.

It’s not the most fun thing to do, stirring your feelings slowly, as you stir your chicken Gnocchi soup too.

I get it. I understand you.

“Do you feel understood by me?”