It’s hard to see through the fog
But I know you are there.
It’s more a feeling from the inside
Than any true sense.
I can feel you trying to hold on
Nails digging deep into flesh
I try to break free
I tell myself that it is okay to take care of myself
Put the face mask on
Fill my cup…
But the same old stories play
From a tape that was recorded eons ago
And were trapped between realms connected by blood
strapped by chains
And are buried as deep as the soul can see.
I straddle the imaginary fence
of what I allowed in the past
that became ingrained as habit
And a fresh new feeling
that is hard to label
And yet it feels a whole lot like FREEDOM
I know what I want
or at least what I know I should want
And my biggest fear is
that I slide backwards down the hill I have been steadfastly climbing
Because it is so hard to make progress
when you are Tethered to Chains.
Sending Sweet Blessings from the Garden of Blessitude!
Here’s a little ‘Blast from the Past’ I hope you enjoy, “Lyrics of My Soul.” I wrote the poem in November of 2014 and it inspires me to see that truth and authenticity were just as important back then.
Hope you are traveling in light!