There’s a gentle humming surrounding my being, as though I’m reverberating from the inside-out. Something warm and prominent spreads out to my border, my aura, and there’s no ill feeling, nor any sign of doubt. Every inch of flesh breathes shudders with gentle flow, reminding me I’m living and breathing and, with connectedness to a higher source, my energy resonates and grows.
Feeling at one with nature, with a higher power, with the Universe, enlivens this once world-weary being – growth, new life, refreshening, was a process. A method through madness, through lost will, through journeys untold, which dragged me down, and further still, until I made the decision to respect myself, my life, to be grateful and follow a process of knowing who I could become through determination, sheer power and will.
I no longer meander; I can hold my head high, having direction feels glorious in this life. I chose, I made the decision to surround myself with those who will build themselves up, not tear myself down; I need to travel with those who want to help themselves or at least receive assistance to learn to care for and develop themselves. My capabilities are used to live and improve, but if outstretching a hand temporarily to others means being a guiding support, I’ll offer it to be held, but I cannot promise to be a crutch, or the solution to something I’m not obliged to solve. With resolution, I will endeavour to be understanding and present, but sometimes Life calls for separation and dissolution, through power of common sense, dignity, and free will.
Bury the hatchet, disguise concealed intents, this world requires us to co-exist with love, praise, and harmony, but I must retain the right to still be treated with respect. There is no space in my world for words of heightening degrees, heated blame to vent, not calmly speak, these will no longer constrict me, to the horizon’s beauty my eyes will focus, opportunity for continued happiness which I have chosen and undertaken as my decree.
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but which drained a soul, caused a family’s divide.
I am lucky to be unconditionally loved,
I was always forgiven.
No matter the paths I took, I sought, I willingly wandered down,
because my curiosity definitely killed the cat and allowed certain truths
to be explored and owned,
I didn’t decide to perform such missions as a means of breaking others,
it was simply my choice,
selfish decisions, that reflected upon a family unit,
brothers, mother, father, others.
I know their love for me is ever-lasting, ever-supportive,
ever-growing,
they are there for me,
to watch me grow, as I stem the pain from my soul,
and to exuberantly join in to celebrate my rises,
and encourage me to soar from my falls.
Their support means so much,
I'm so lucky to have them in my life,
everlasting is their love, their joy,
for me they'll never cease their mission,
their encouragement, their fight.
No matter whether I’m being positively critiqued,
or with crushing honesty,
appealed to to sound less selfish, or self-centred,
even when it wasn’t my intent,
I know they’re meaning to help me,
to disallow my work from seeming egocentric,
but Family!
my work is central, it is about me,
that is my style, I’m an autobiographile, a new term I’ve coined for me.
And now I smile, because things are going on their way,
I write, create, edit, release every day,
I feel my efforts are appreciated by others, as well as myself.
The simple joy of learning and loving and embracing the art of poetry,
it makes me tingle and shiver,
this is the genre, the art form for me,
nothing else.
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