Our imagination
Can also present its self
As idealisms, perfection & fantasy
Again we invest
Significant time & effort
So much so …
They become our reality
Our benchmark
So when we look at our lives
Our day to day
Doesn’t stack up
We fall short of our idealism
As we start to feel sad & blue
The gap widens
Spiralling us down
If left unquestioned
We become depressed
Longing for what is not!
Never was & never will be!
The time & effort
We have invested
In creating this form of reality
The time & effort
We have spent
Collecting evidence
So we can continue
To believe this reality
Works in favour of our egos
We refuse to believe there
Could be a straight forward solution
How would we feel about ourselves
If the truth be known
That our own misery
Was created by us
It takes a lot of guts
To see this
It takes a lot of nerve
To own this
It takes strength
To embrace this responsibility
Cause when we do
We are compelled
To move ourselves forward & thru
Yes … we must take responsibility
For that too
And yes … we do survive
Stronger than before
(Thanks ONJ)
We all have capability to do this
You just need to choose to
The rest will come

You don’t have to do it alone
It takes courage to move down this path
So you don’t have to be brave
And go solo
Find a wing man or woman
There are so many people
Who want to help
There are so many people
Who understand
You just need to want to help & understand you
Cause that is the starting point
All else will fall into place.
So go ahead
Ask for help today.

Swirling emotions
Cascading
Through me
Around me
They all
Surround me

I lose my bearings
Am I up?
Am I down?
I can’t really see
What’s all around me

Not sure
If I feel
Sad
Mad
Or bad

No matter
They are only temporary dwellings
A stop over
On my way through!

When will they see
Deep within thee
Lies the answer
The solution …
Their own beauty
Feeling cursed
They cannot see

Awake I say
You are blind no more
For within you
Lives a light so bright
More beautiful than the divine
Do not extinguish
In your haste
Instead
Seek the light of another
To help you shine
Alone
Or together
It does not matter
For love
Need not be seen
It needs …
Only to be felt!

At times I don’t feel like it’s the real me
As though I am another being
Totally unaware of the power I have at my finger tips
Someone who persists in torturing themselves
Rather than simply flicking the switch & changing states!

Why do we continue to allow ourselves to suffer?
Why is this our preferred choice?
Do we know no better?
Or do we believe this is our lot in life?
One we cannot change!

Have we been completely brain washed by religious ideals?
No longer relevant to our modernized lives
Will we continue to perish in doom & gloom?
Branded as sinners
Living a life long term of penance!

How sad that mankind continues to live in darkness
Not wanting to step outside the shadow of the almighty being
And claim the power that is theirs alone to share!

Who are you to dream so big?
What makes you so special?
Why should I have luck?
Life wasn’t meant to be easy!

For many a week I have soldiered on
Struggling with a tirade of emotions & thoughts
Wondering why it has to be such a battle!
So much effort for so little return
Why do I make it so?

More ducking & diving as I search my soul
To understand my true life’s purpose
To focus the gifts I have
To realise the potential within

Like a caged animal
It paces
It’s restless
It’s relentless
It pounds the bounds of my heart

Free me please free me
Such urgency like never before
A sense of life or death
Be free … wild abandonment
As humanly possible
There is no tomorrow
If you continue as before!

The way is clear
You know what you must do
To break the bonds
That tie you down

A sense of longing & trepidation co-exits
Tightness & lightness
Knowing what’s ahead
Determination is what fuels me now
It gives me the courage
To breakthrough when its time

The rewards are boundless
Pure joy awaits me
Teasing me forward
Propelling me
To a place unknown

My baptism of fire
My phoenix rising
My crucible
It all awaits
And with it …
New life is born!

Nasty ugly barbs bubble below the surface
Hidden behind a mild disdain for life in general
Not wanting to be helped
I sit stewing and simmering like a warm winter’s casserole

Yes … I too stick & burn
And sometimes it takes great effort
To clean the remnants
Hardened black ugly goo
That tends to resist the toughest of scourers
In fact …
That’s what I feel like
A scourer …
Rough and abrasive
And if you scrub too hard
You end up gnarly & out of shape
Caught up with ugly scraps
From the many feeding frenzies of the day!!