This is the first poem I wrote to let the world in to see, trying to find and understand me.. 💋

They all told me I needed to go to the doctor, I thought I was going crazy. My head's always in the clouds, like I was space jamming with the dream team, looking for clarity so hard that I felt like a fiend. Maybe I have cataracts, it seems like my vision is always hazy. I told my DOC. to give me a script to see Mary Jane; her therapeutic sessions are so amazing. Doc., said, 'no way, I can't do that, don't you know that stuff is illegal?''Here just take these pills from the pharmaceutical company, I promise you they aren't evil, and don't forget to read the fine print about the dosage, it could be lethal...' I looked up at the white coat, realizing I was slowly losing hope... I say...'ummm.. okay, but why does this say I might cough up blood, lose weight, and wait does that say die...!?' Man, that never happened to Marley when he got high on his supply.' 'This doesn't make any sense, Can I please speak to whoever is in charge?' 'Nevermind, I'm leaving,' trying to find my key, I'm like, 'dude where's my car?' As the door closed behind me I could hear the devil whisper, 'she won't make it very far.' Suddenly, when I snapped back to life, back to reality, I found myself staring back at me through my rear view mirror. I couldn't have seen it anymore clearer. It was my job now, I was the one driving Miss Daisy. Reactions delayed, as my actions moved slower than a sloth, I turned to look to one direction, seconds before my very own reflection. Then, It came to my attention that I was stopped in the middle of a busy intersection. The light headed towards me, chopped and screwed up motion, but still too fast for the receptors in my brain, hitting with full impact like the drops of the rain, In and out of consciousness, I find myself in the seat pinned. Just like a moth to a flame, I knew I had to feel that pain so I would believe that It was real, and that's when I realized. There was no place to run and no place to hide. Nowhere but myself could I place this blame. Just as suddenly, I felt a shock run through my body, I came back with vengeance, and my line had its own beat. Like it was a drum, so I started marching as I tried not to trip over my own feet. I vowed to never run out of time or submit to defeat. I felt like I had finally woke up from a deep slumber, and into a fairy tale I wanted to fly, but instead through the storm of time I began to ride. Call me Tinkerbell, and I will be the guide. Telling you this storie so you won't end up in neverland with the lost souls that cry. We should have no more worries to ponder. Yes, God made the rain, but promised to protect us from the lightning and thunder. Thereafter, in the final hours that follow those showers, your light will shine bright, and you too will be ready to take flight. As for me I will continue to flutter through this moment taking more time to admire each and every flower. The ones that grow within the wall, for you will be the most beautiful one's of all. One of our world's most wildest wonders.

~Jessie J -aka- Jessica Rae Johnson
© Jessie Rae J