Most of my recent poetry is about the journey to Self-Awareness.
For a long time I lived the debilitating, fearful, exhausting life of the victim and survivor.
A series of wake-up calls over several years gently nudged me into a new reality, telling me there was more to life than had been my illusion.
So, one day I finally pulled up my socks, strapped on some sturdy shoes, reached deep inside to locate whatever remained of trust and started, with help, down the road to
my truth and personal freedom.
And what a journey it has been so far …
For many years I had no choice,
I only heard another’s voice.
Another’s thoughts had formed my world;
Into their fetid vortex hurled.
Flailing, fighting every day
I tried to live in my own way,
But had no strength to be myself,
So sat, invisible, ‘pon the shelf.
And then, one day, awoke, did I,
To who I’d been, did say “Bye bye!”
Flung out the detritus of life;
Sub-conscious sources of toil and strife.
De-hypnotized old patterns deep,
To climb a learning curve so steep …
Just who am I? Why am I here?
Deep questions full of faith and fear.
But ask I must, and answer, too,
If I to my own self be true.
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Copyright Aimwell CreativeWorks 2012