Hate is a prison; hating yourself is a maximum security facility. Anger is the warden. Rage is the guard who takes a piece out of you everyday, telling you you’re just not good enough; you’ll NEVER BE good enough. So you start to fall, hit the bottom, the bottom breaks out from under you, and you tumble even further; lost. Until one moment, one event, minute as it may sometimes seem, that breaks the cycle and allows you to grab a hold of a miraculously appearing ledge. This ledge allows you to catch your breath, balance your weight, readjust your grip on this life, and maybe ever so slowly start to pull yourself out of that bleakness, your muscles trembling, but determined to fly again. It's the moment when you realize the anger is just not worth it; it never affects the person or thing it is directed against. It only minimizes your own happiness. Life is what we make of it and it is NEVER the situation, but how we REACT to the situation. Whether we understand it at the time or not - it's just not worth it. Then, like Andy, the character in The Shawshank Redemption, we realize we have “crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side”. We’re finally free from the consequences of a crime we never committed.
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Now I lay me down to sleep
The sands of time cascading deep. May breath still greet me in the morn. But if not then lift me battle worn To the Heavens, Light and Love Renewing health, I'll rise above My purpose on the Earth now done With newly stretching wings I've won. To fly me to unventured paths Beyond all prying eyes and maps Mistakes forgiven; hearts shine true Those lost before greet me anew. Where tears may cease and laughters flow Faith is all you need to know So as I lay my weary head And snuggle warm upon this bed Until the day, these Hopes I keep. Now I lay me down to sleep. |
Julie WestphalAuthor, Poet, Dreamer Archives
February 2024
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