I think life asks a lot from us. More from some than others. I think we’re strong enough, brave enough, even if we don’t know it yet.
I think that when we become used to letting go, all that remains will just flow. But their will all always be hardship, and that’s ok. It’s the obstacles, the uneasiness, the pain that will make us grow.
We don’t need a way out, but a space within. To plant our feet, to place our wings. To hold on, but just lightly. To know that we’re being held, even without arms around us.
Don’t get caught up in all the dialogue, the drama and confusion.
Feel the wind brush against you.
Feel it’s breathes in between your finger tips. Let it touch all your softness, and all of your edges.
Listen to it whisper to you, its freedom.
Remanants of those moments, still cling on to me sometimes.
Holding on, in my dreams.
It makes me think of the emptiness, all over again.
The way love just stripped itself bare, right infront of me.
Leaving me with just my shadow.
I was forced to reach inside, inside the emptiness.
It was all taken away from me, my life suspended in time.
Now I have learnt how to fight my battles. I have learnt how to use my sword. I learnt that all I had to do was raise my sword high in the sky, and call out surrender.
Sometimes even when you let go, their is still something that is holding on.
You can feel it in your heart. That pull,
that same one that pulls the tides.
The same one that pulls you out from the darkness, and into the light.
The one in your dreams.
I salute the stars of yesterday.
I say goodbye to the endings, sadnesses and joys.
I salute the sky that called itself yesterday.
I hold right now in the palm of my hand.
I am confident in myself enough, to know that I can do this.
The good, the bad, the in between, all of it.
My heart only filled with love,
the fire in my belly.
I know I am already free.