Saturday, February 22, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Sunday, February 9, 2014
I wish sometimes I could peel away my scars like scabs.
Or shed them like old skin...
Watch them fall away and evaporate into dust,
Leaving no traces of their prior existence.
I wish my scars weren't so deeply embedded,
That they would stop choosing when to appear 'healed' and when to resurface...
Causing more damage, than good.
Bringing it's past injuries and burdens and slights into the present,
Tainting the beauty and possibilities of a present situation.
I wish I were constantly able to wear the strength of my scars...
Because despite how much they haunt us,
They have such resilience and longevity... Bravado...
.... And guts...
Constantly reminding us that they aren't going anywhere.
Constantly showing us that they, these scars are apart of us....
Apart of our package,
Apart of our spirit,
Our past, present and future...
And that ultimately, if we have any intentions of Truly living,
Then we have to acknowledge them... Embrace them,
Learn from them,
Because it is these very scars that help us to identify missing pieces of ourselves.
The parts of ourselves that need to be fulfilled...
It is these scars that allow us the wisdom of 'self' and recognition of other scarred and kindred souls,
That compliment our jagged puzzle pieces...
That soothe our hurricanes and nurture our embers of awareness and love.
It is these scars, That once left us ripped open and bleeding... Lifeless...
It is these scars that connect us,
Wraps us up in its cocoon of pain, anger and regret,
And grateful to just 'Be'.
*Original image courtesy of @rowan_newton via @instagrafite
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
There is this sense of dread that comes with happiness sometimes that I will never truly understand.
I suspect it's there to keep you grounded.
Rooted in reality...
Emphasize the validity of these pockets... Periods of happiness.
It creates a much needed balance that demands attention...
Keeps you aware.
Maybe this feeling... 'Dread',
Is really just emotional gravity, pulling us closer to the ground...
So that we don't float away into oblivion.
Perhaps it's really just a combination of feelings and logic trying to save us from ourselves...
Trying to make us a better version of ourselves....
*Image courtesy of Instagram
It's a new year and my aspirations are different.
My wants have changed and my needs are more prominent.
I find myself travelling in my mind in a way I never did before.
I'm searching and this time I know what I am looking for.
My fears are no longer the same and my dreams are yearning, yelling, revolting.... To become a reality.
My patience has dwindled and has made me more determined, more focused, more certain.
I have no desire to be mediocre anymore.
I have no excuses left to tell myself. Instead I have reality. I have realization. I have drive.
So as I am standing here, at my bus terminal, waiting to board the vehicle that will take me to my destination of circumstance. My 9 to 5...
I ready myself for my inevitable journey of accomplishment. Knowing I must travel this road in faith and determination.
Confidence and strength.
Knowing self belief is most essential...
I ready myself.
For my voyage, to fly.
*Image courtesy of @purposeofenvy via instagram.
I've been neglectful....
And I am sorry...
Caught up in my own B.S.... No, My own world..
Forgetting the importance of you.
How has life been treating you?
Tell me all about it, I'm at your full disposal.
Smooth your pages...
Familiarize myself with your former content.
I haven't forgotten you.
Just been living life a little more...
To share it with you,
Because that is what we do.
As I re-enact my stories on your pages...
And dissect my thoughts on your lines.
But know that I've always been here.. With you...