
And so, like sunshine on a cold day,
There is someone inside my head,
It’s starting to crawl out.
There is a fit coming into me.
This is something I know about
They said in therapy,
that daily manifestations help
However, how do you manifest?
With a lack of imagination?
I think I have found
The answer to this question
By not giving up and being arrogant
About my problems and solutions
There was a time when I
Berated myself for being me
There were days of confusion
And nights of being someone else
Then came a time of reckoning
Where I had to be or not
I had to choose myself or the one
That was ready to be chosen for me
So I sat in my misery
And smiled in the mirror of tears
And saw a person looking back
Who had come from the future
The future was the day of my death
And the person asked me this:
“Suppose you die right this moment”,
“Would you be sad but content?”
And my answer was no,
Because I had so much to do!
And so the person smiled and asked:
“Then who is stopping you?”
And the question circled in my brain,
Making me sick yet happy inside,
For it was I who was stopping myself,
From getting and doing what was right.
The what-ifs and buts were always there,
And I knew they would be too,
But to look back on a life worth lived
Was a feeling out of the blue!
And so, like sunshine on a cold day,
This calm trickled over me,
When I realized I could die one day,
And made living worthy for me.
So I think to do what your soul says,
Is the hardest thing to do.
But to do it right is also something,
Very few can actually do.
And once you get to it,
The waves crash lighter,
The howls of doubt feel foreboding,
But it’s not scary…
Just unfamiliar.
And familiarity can be learned.
After all, we’ve been doing it,
Since we were born.
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