By Monica C. Voskakmp
They were constricting.
Constricting faster than her heart could beat.
All this anxiety,
All this fear,
Constricting her very life beat.
Always ever only constricting her ability
To live, thrive and breathe.
Fear kept tightening its chains
Round her weary body.
Worry kept sucking the life light
Out of her soul.
What could she do with
Such masterminds of destruction?
How could she fight these
Monsters of demanding restriction?
She was weary of the fight,
Weary of the chase for greater things.
She trembled at the thought,
Perhaps the light of peace was a mere breathe,
Fading in the wind.
Chasing chasing, ever chasing a mind dream,
While constricting, constricting kept on happening.
No more fighting.
She couldn’t keep fighting,
this immense storm of insanity.
She could no longer deny
The monsters invading, overtaking.
Time to stop, look them in the eye
Tell them honestly who and what they are.
Tell them: they are NOT me.
They are NOT my masters.
They can only pretend, only threaten,
But their power is much less than she,
Their power is much less than she believed.
She tells herself anew,
I am me.
Perfectly flawed beautiful intelligent me.
I have a sunlight power to break free.
These monsters do not own me.
These monsters only can scare me
And lie that they are the king of me.
It’s time to stop resisting.
It’s time to start living
And working with every side of reality.
Monsters are real. Monsters can terrify.
But I am also a key part in reality.
I have the right to define
Who is me.
I’m am always me. Always me.
The life light in me remains far past the day I die,
My life light shines into eternity.
When I look here,
Into the hollow eyes of my monsters,
I look pointblank honestly.
And as I brave lock holding their eyes,
I find a new possibility.
My opportunity to see.
My limits are only what I choose to be.
My limits are only stopped by my own timidity.
My limits are really not limited.
My fears must be.
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤