at my past
sometimes I am overcome by the terror
that who I (was)
is really who I (am)
Here, I can insert
any number of failings,
Disconnections from myself,
At times I feel so deeply
the wounds I caused myself and others
that the pain of who I (was)
becomes a howling tempest,
hitting me from every side,
hurricane force winds of regret
and raging currents of remorse
submerging me under relentless dark waves of confusion.
When I have again found and climbed
on some prominence of who I (am)
above the flood,
and allowed the storm of pain to move on,
light shines again and
I can see clearly once more.
if the storm has been a bad one,
all I can do is keep my grip on some piece of flotsam
and scan the horizon for the rescue teams
that I remember from my heart
and remind me
over and over
and over and over
That who I (was)
will never diminish
of who I (am).
Our life experiences flow from who we believe ourselves to be. I have chosen to examine the assumptions and the expectations of others that have defined who I am to myself, and to know the truth. The truth turned out to be far grander and more wonderful than I had ever imagined. You may also choose to discover the truth of who you really are. It’s not that anyone has to teach you anything either, for who we really are inside is just that, inside of each and every one of us…
kept impossibly safe,
waiting until the time was right,
for us to remember it.
That time is now.