When I am Listened To

When I am listened to, it's a flower being re-potted after sitting in a dry bed at Walmart's nursery
When I am listened to, sometimes I can barely contain all that wants to be heard
When I am listened to, my skin is less touchy and more touchable
When I am listened to, it's easier to imagine doing things like getting out of bed in the morning, taking a shower, actually opening my mail
When I am listened to, the point to smiling at people on the street seems easier to find
When I am listened to, my writing glows and pulsates
When I am listened to, I'm wrapped and safe
When I am listened to, sand is warm and massaging: less like grit between my toes
When I am listened to, I marvel at my voice
When I am listened to, even on overcast days I can feel the sun
When I am listened to, seeing myself in another's eyes doesn't burn
When I am listened to, I sing in the shower
When I am listened to, sleep and dreams are lovers