July 5, 2011

"A rose is a rose by any other name" imagine that?  Peeling back petal after petal and revealing a truth not visible at first. Each petal represents a portion of that misery I allowed myself to become a slave to. Layer after layer these petals fall to the floor and realism sets in, exposure to the sun and the naked eye.  Standing there, almost feeling alone and defenseless, not a single petal to screen me from captivating, wandering and curious eyes, nothing between myself and that light we hear others' so often refer to.  In an instant, I can fall to my knees in desperation and shame, but why allow those who have so long belittled and stomped on my petals have that power?  I am stronger because I stripped myself down, and am now aware all that I have said and done in the past, I am no long ashamed.  I am empowered and I have only myself to blame for any and/or all misery I have felt in the past.  Those petals I so meticulously shed, are my past, all of it, perhaps the wind will carry one or two of them and place them in my path so as to remind me where it is I once was.  I will not reach out for them, not at all, I will remember and move forward.  The misery the past brings to light is overwhelmingly dark, and I have no desire to reside in that darkness again. I started out as a bud, and as the seasons change so do I.  I will blossom once again, I know I will. Moment by moment, step by step, I will move forward and find my righteous place.  I am after all right here right now, in this moment, and the next and the next and so on....