Member Poem

My mind flows through my stream of consciousness,
endless and ever-expanding. 
As I look to the sky I can see stars as bright white spectacles,
and space ad infinitum

My soul rocks in the cradle made by my hopes and dreams,
while my legs dangle over a pit of raw emotion, 
and at any moment I may slip. 
I, however, am at ease. 

The air carrying the words of encouragement given to me by my mother blows through my hair, 
and upon crossing my ears I hear that I am doing great, and that everything will be okay.
I believe them. 
I really do.