Just a little story I wrote...Maybe I'll turn it into a poem sometime in the future.
I used to be happy, so free that I'd soar - through the air, in the clouds, above the tallest tree - and when I'd land, coming down to earth, others would join me on wings of new life
Together we'd fly, together gazing at earths grand wonders, going, climbing, higher we'd soar.
But along the way, through the journey of life, I lost myself in some unknown land;
not noticing at first I went on my way. Time went on, I found I could no longer fly, I was heavy,
and sad.
Lost in a wilderness unknown I wandered,
for you see, my Self was also my compass,
it showed my where to go; my Self showed me how to go, but self was lost, and so was I.
As days went by, I saw others who's Selves were not lost, I saw them soar above, reaching down when I needed help the most. I tried to follow them, but it didn't feel right;
their Selves were different from mine, and I couldn't follow them long before I was lost again.
I began to notice there were walls all around, I was stuck, I couldn't get out unless I could fly.
Though I knew my Self was gone, I had to try. So I tried, again, and again, and again.
I had to fly, "I must," thought I, "If I'm ever going to find me self again.
But I must find myself if I am to fly again once more."
At times despair got the better of me, I let myself fall, but "Once More! Just One More Try!"
Something kept calling from inside.
I did, I gave it one more try, the best effort I had, all the strength I could muster;
and you know what happened?
I began to fly!
I found my Self! I found it.
All along it was inside me, waiting to fly, waiting for me to unlock the small room I had stuffed it inside.
My poor Self, I had not lost it, but cruelly confined it inside the dungeon of my heart.
For years it had sat there trying to get out, chained down with heavy iron,
just like me.
I'm not quite sure why it so deep, why I locked myself up in a room with no key,
but I think it might have something to do with a feeling of shame,
because someone had criticized my Self, and I was embarrassed.
So I shoved it down far, as far as I could reach, but not all at once, just bit by bit,
until it was gone, and could not return.
By being myself, as I was when I had my Self, by trying again, and again, and again,
with each try I uncovered some part, scraped off a layer of pride, and uncovered my heart;
then, with the last and final try, with all power of will I could find, I opened my heart,
and my Self was free.
And now that I'm found, now that my Self is free, I can soar once again,
through the air, in the clouds, above the tallest tree - and when I land, coming down to earth, others will join me on wings of new life.
Together we'll fly, together gazing at earths grand wonders, going, climbing, higher we'll soar.
