On any journey, it can be just as important to see where you have come from as it is to see where you are going. I like to look back…I don’t stay there…I just notice. It is a reminder of where I am headed.
This poem was written 8/15/12
Peace. Quiet stillness.
Gray sky slight wind.
Thoughts project to a time when life was harder.
A time when the path was lost, when the leader was not evident.
I am happy those days are gone. Poof – disintegrated – melted away – the truly worthless events they were.
Well not exactly worthless. It has all been a journey and I am grateful for every last destination along the way.
A small raindrop. No worry. I am sitting under an umbrella.
The same umbrella that allowed me to weather every storm along the way. Hurricanes, earthquakes, floods, beatings.
No pain. I can turn off the switch that allows me to feel it. Go ahead, hit me harder – I won’t feel it. Not now anyway – maybe later.
Maybe 30 years later. What’s that – you say you would prefer not to remember?
It is okay. It is time to remember. All you did by burying the pain was create the depth of it – embedded it.
Now is the time to take the keys to the safe – unlock it – feel it – you are safe – you can once and for all be done with the lot of it.
You are safe – oh, so safe. So protected. No need for worry. There is nothing you can’t handle and I promise you I will be there for you. I will be there for you. I will hold you while you cry, while you purge the ugliness from every cell of your body. It is okay.
It is time.