Monday, July 28, 2008

I was reading something on my neices blog and it gave me pause.
I want to share a poem I wrote when I was about her age...
early adulthood is a time of pursuing life in a very different way...and for me I was desperate for freedom but freedom did not offer me peace.
Peace can't be found or unleased...rather it is a gift...that only comes with surrender.
The irony is that I thought freedom which gave me power would give me peace...
but what I discovered, was just the opposite.
What we resist persist...and what we look at disapears.
Ghost chase you until you look at them and realize they aren't real.
Just the fears you have made them out to be...
No challenge, obstacle or pain is ever as frightening to face as your thoughts have made them out to be.

It is titled:
Where I Finally Found Me

Can you see all of me...do you feel all that is real
Lean in close to me...and listen carefully
I need you to hear...what I feel is real
The truth my friend...is coming very near

I have traveled through the murky waters
Like a captured daughter
All alone in the sea
Never knowing who I might be
Afraid to look at the reflection
Drowning in the deception
Everything all around seems to be still
Almost completely at my will
As if I hold the power
Like the sun upon a flower

I thought it was you who held me in your hand
Like the creatures of the ocean deep beneath the sand
Feeling overcome of what had not yet begun
Sensing everything was living
As I was barely breathing
Until I had the courage
To no longer be discouraged
But to delve into the darkness
That was stabbing with such sharpness
Walking through illusions cast in my mind
Working to unleash the chains that bind
I began to unravel all the twisted lies
Know I see the awakeining of the sun beginning to rise

Like the thundeorus storms that cast the boat a rye
Eventually daybreak sets calmness over the waters with a quite sigh
Lost in our own perception we set the stage
To be free to fly or trapped in a cage
Understanding is the wisdom and truth is the key
Allowing my truth to flow through is where I finally found me

1 comment:

amanda fawn said...

that is a lovely poem auntie bethie. i especially like the line "Lost in our own perception we set the stage
To be free to fly or trapped in a cage" Perception is everything. Our own perception can deceive us so much, or, as you said, it can free us. I guess it depends on how much faith we have in ourselves?