Center Core Poem by Nick F. Hawkins

Life can be stressful
When onelives
Seven light years
Below sea level,
Breathing through the
Solar plexus to align
My spiritual with
My metaphysical mental,
Times can be cynical until
Clocks are invisible and ethereal,
Keeping my head above water
Helped me gain the wisdom
Within to swim to shore,
My treasure was never buried
Beneath the ocean floor,
This whole time the gold
That I was destined for
Was embedded amongst
The confidence within my
Center core