Promises Poem by Margaret Alice

I love promises of all kinds,
but those I love the most
are promises we fulfill ourselves
such as the promise that
the marvelous power of magic
resides in my very own mind

Wayne Dyer’s promise that
we are capable of achieving
perfect mental equilibrium
in all circumstances
have me trying his words
on the tip of my tongue

Balancing my mind on the edge
of the precipice of self-empower-
ment, trying to discern and then
align myself with the order of the
universe, dreaming about fulfilling
the promise made to myself…