I begin to think something, an inkling of something. Possibility. My potential capacity to actualize aspiration. I feel the edges of my unlived life and quiver at its magnitude. I begin to think I am capable of incredible feats. A life of health, wholeness, joy, and deep commitment. So what stands in my way?
I can feel myself growing with each day.
New opportunities are presenting themselves.
I am leaving behind what distracts me.
And working hard to face what is in front of me.
Breaking out on my own.
Finding a space that is entirely mine.
Setting boundaries with people.
Finding myself within my own field.
Cultivating peace and inner security.
It is my inner strength that is bringing all this to pass.
Taking refuge in the jewel of my own heart
And thriving there.
This is a new world I’m treading in.
A new world of possibilities and satisfaction.
Of needs met and passions pursued.
What starts from within will inevitably make its way out.
And so I am beginning with the blank canvas of my soul,
Forging ahead with a new life.
One grounded in love and care and strength and resilience and fluidity.
And I am excited for the day when finally my dreams come to pass
Somewhere there is a layer of skin I no longer need,
A shell going back to the earth
While I rise
Little by little
Into the heavens.
Porching in peace.
Sun and breezes and leaves
And birds and lawn mowers
And sirens and junkies and parents yelling
And calicos and old men
And synthesizers and clear blue skies.
And I do not care where tomorrow goes
But today I am alive.
One day I woke up
To find the holy grail lying next to me in bed.
There was rust on it.
And a few dried drops of wine at the bottom.
I sat up and wiped the crusties from my eyes,
And felt for the first time as though
I knew I would be okay.
Skip a life completely
Stuff it in a cup.
Family’s are subject to decay
Like any old element.
Memories become impossible burdens
On the soul.
People get lost in their dysfunction
In their own lives
They forget too easily
What was once precious,
And forgo it for their own reprieve.
Sand castles built in the afternoon
Will have washed away
When the stars come out.
The waves may look like glass
In the morning
But at night they rage.
They swallow sand and kelp
And images held dear.
No man steps in the same lake twice
For it is not the same lake
And he is not the same man.
Things do change.
If I am certain of anything it is that.
Not much can be done about it.
No amount of denial or effort.
You make the best of it.
And maybe internalize the pain
Take it upon yourself
That the family was destroyed in a fire
And the good times are draped in shadows
And you are not in family photos anymore.
And the beach grass smells like something
But you can’t remember what.
The sticks don’t resemble swords anymore either.
They’re just sticks.
And the water is receding
And so are you.
And if there is any silver lining
It is that mountains don’t move at all.
And they will always be there to cradle you
When your mother has died
And your childhood home has been sold
To a couple
Who made a sauna out of your playroom.
And if you are lucky you will not
You will find your solace in the moment
In the sun
In the wind
And your own inner strength.
You will live in a depression
But create happiness from inside yourself.
Your heart will beat stronger wherever you are
Regardless of the sunsets
Regardless of fig newton’s
Or fruity pebbles.
Your heart will beat stronger because you made it so.
You made it so.
You made it so.
It is easy to distract myself
Until I am alone
Then I must face
That which I run from.
Skip everything that causes trouble.
Drama is like a triple long island.
It tastes good going down.
But you’re likely to feel like shit the next day.
It is not easy
Overcoming the blocks
Pushing back against the wall
Destroying the destruction
Before it does its worst.
If somewhere within you
Is an unlived life screaming out
For your attention
You must heed its call
Sooner or later
Or else risk being swallowed whole
By the big motherfucking sad.