I am bound to the freedom I seek, tied to this stake I claim for myself.
Recognizing my self imposed bondage, I take in a deep sigh of relief, knowing ‘I’ am the source of all my woes and to self-realization the victory goes.
I wonder when I will become my own best friend? In this, I mean that I am truly kind to myself in all ways, no matter my temper or temperament. To believe in myself regardless of what is happening around me.
If the sky is blue and yet, I hold onto grey, how much am I willing to let fall away so the sun that seeks my face can find me once again. For its illumination brightens the hallways of my expanded mind.
All I ask of my self is to be kind, over and over again.
Acknowledging my every mood, I let my emotions silently beat out the wind like bat wings, quick and fully stealth.
My spirit gently glides over fields full of flowers, still standing untouched by my presence, as their petal faces follow the fading morning moonlight.
Blue mist lingers deep in the valley.
I catch my breath.
No one will ever know this way I came.