Soft demands of a day
This morning I awaken with the early streaming of light across my wall. The shadows made upon the Wedgwood just beckons me to look up, get up and just say ah as the morning has begun.
I give thanks for waking up. Say my prayers in silence and just sit here. I unbridled my hair and mentally prepare for the day. A slight laugh comes.
The day demands to be heard. My eyes open wider and the mind expands. Yawning in a way, of its own.
Shh. The skips of words branding my brain are those of long lost years. The strong pressings of remaining positive throughout everything.
Those memories I gave myself to remain strong. Long long ago. The need of possibly expanding and dancing throughout the room, is commanded.
Oh how joyful it is to find yourself once more. Find that defiance and strength you lost, buried so long ago. Only to please others.
No.
I am back. Granted at times I will be slower but still parts of the broken still repairs itself. Though the cracks are fixed they make up a new old you.
An inspiration.
Perhaps a bit of pride blended but a little is okay as long as I don't forget who has given me this privilege. Jehovah.
Today of all days. I understand the depth but now I must research what it means to me. The significance that will make the truth mine again.
It's kindness when you forgive, finally feel the release of forgetting as well. It may still hurt and upset you because it is baggage inside of you. Yet to be able to pack away the luggage under the bed or in the attic, now that is a grand feeling.
Sure there will be times I bring it all back up, only so I can recall how much I changed from it. Sure I will cry and dwell but it makes me real.
Yet it won't drown me like it has. I won't let the memories eat up my time because my time is precious. Every bit of it.
So yeah I don't have reasons to dwell on the past. Much less absorb my time into the emotions of it. I just have added what has happened as reference inside my learning books. Seated upon a shelf.
Onward I go. So quickly I have transitioned myself. It's funny how quickly this time around I have found me. The determination of it in fact. I knew I needed to so that the world didn't swallow me up.
Only the difference of me from past and now is that I have been introduced to the truth. I know the protection it gives. And now I learn how to adjust so that I can find myself within that protection again.
As for you. I will hope, one day yes. But for now all I hope for is that you find out who you are. The child that never got to be a child.
I hope you experience life to the fullest but only realize something is missing. I don't care if it is 20 yrs down the road, just be there in Paradise.
Yeah I hope big for you. Yet that is what true friends do for each other. Even though I don't qualify for that title right now. Maybe not ever in your eyes.
But I am. Just at a greatime distance.
I give thanks for waking up. Say my prayers in silence and just sit here. I unbridled my hair and mentally prepare for the day. A slight laugh comes.
The day demands to be heard. My eyes open wider and the mind expands. Yawning in a way, of its own.
Shh. The skips of words branding my brain are those of long lost years. The strong pressings of remaining positive throughout everything.
Those memories I gave myself to remain strong. Long long ago. The need of possibly expanding and dancing throughout the room, is commanded.
Oh how joyful it is to find yourself once more. Find that defiance and strength you lost, buried so long ago. Only to please others.
No.
I am back. Granted at times I will be slower but still parts of the broken still repairs itself. Though the cracks are fixed they make up a new old you.
An inspiration.
Perhaps a bit of pride blended but a little is okay as long as I don't forget who has given me this privilege. Jehovah.
Today of all days. I understand the depth but now I must research what it means to me. The significance that will make the truth mine again.
It's kindness when you forgive, finally feel the release of forgetting as well. It may still hurt and upset you because it is baggage inside of you. Yet to be able to pack away the luggage under the bed or in the attic, now that is a grand feeling.
Sure there will be times I bring it all back up, only so I can recall how much I changed from it. Sure I will cry and dwell but it makes me real.
Yet it won't drown me like it has. I won't let the memories eat up my time because my time is precious. Every bit of it.
So yeah I don't have reasons to dwell on the past. Much less absorb my time into the emotions of it. I just have added what has happened as reference inside my learning books. Seated upon a shelf.
Onward I go. So quickly I have transitioned myself. It's funny how quickly this time around I have found me. The determination of it in fact. I knew I needed to so that the world didn't swallow me up.
Only the difference of me from past and now is that I have been introduced to the truth. I know the protection it gives. And now I learn how to adjust so that I can find myself within that protection again.
As for you. I will hope, one day yes. But for now all I hope for is that you find out who you are. The child that never got to be a child.
I hope you experience life to the fullest but only realize something is missing. I don't care if it is 20 yrs down the road, just be there in Paradise.
Yeah I hope big for you. Yet that is what true friends do for each other. Even though I don't qualify for that title right now. Maybe not ever in your eyes.
But I am. Just at a greatime distance.
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