Him: Tell me your life story.
Me: …. I don’t know where to begin
There is a lot of loss
A lot of tragedy
A lot of effort put towards things that just fall apart.
They say that what doesn’t kill you make you stronger…. but I feel like things just keep hitting me… and that I have long ago been strong enough
From all this pain though, I gain inspiration
For my art
For my poetry
And somehow I keep moving, growing. As if I was that one seedling growing within the crack in the asphalt.
I have learned to look to the sun, but not too much because otherwise ill burn
I’ve learned not to turn my sorrows into the water which will flood my roots and wash me away
I’ve learned to count on myself, no matter how lonely it may be at times.
And focus on the flower I am, and will become
Stones may be thrown,
Lawn mowers may cut me down
But I still have my roots; my inner strength I must have been born with, for, I was under the immensity of those forces against the good from the start
And because of that, many didn’t know/don’t know what to do with me.
I live on a different plane
In a world with the deepest oceans, and the highest skies
With the potential of beauty at every turn
And a strive for freedom from that which bounds me
And wraps me up, in an effort to keep me within a mold that i don’t belong
I didn’t come from a mold. I came from something unlike any other
Bits and pieces become more and more clear to me. I have said good bye to London, without even having to travel there.
I have intermingled with Italy where the sun hits the earth at just the right place, and too, said farewell
I have pranced among the many fields of France, wanting to believe that they were to be within this life of mine, only to discover that they were from many lives before.
And I have wondered about Alaska…
And still haven’t found peace with it yet;
I was an ice queen. It’s where I get my wit, my strength, and my will to go on. It’s the power I employ upon others, so they can see themselves for who they really are…
It’s my me.
It’s the continuation of my purpose in life: to enlighten others, bring them to their truth, and give them strength so they too, can go on and not only experience this life we have now, but truly live it.
I’ve seen, heard of, been through, and helped others through almost all of it.
And hardly anything fazes me, yet, I meet it with the compassion of virgin eyes,
Always willing to help at a beckoned call.
Though I have yet to find that for myself.
An appetite for adventure and realer than real experiences are what I live for.
Within the words of metaphors, I express myself far better than if I were to spell it all out.
I am nomadic (in the sense of hopping from one life to another, and still am able to live these 25 years and so on all stringing it together, making sense of most of it, but still leaving a bit of mystery for myself).
I am not like many. But i don’t let that go to my head either.
I take people and things as they are, for who they are, and let it be….
And if there’s one thing I have learned, it’s that you have never experienced someone until they break down all the walls that I see through, truly letting them be themselves, without worry of the flood drowning them, or the sun burning their backs.
And that is a sacred and privileged place.
I share this place of mine with many, and my genuine nature scares them off, if they are not ready to go there with themselves.
Though, I feel as if I have intrigued you rather than sending you running for the rocky hills.
Him: Yes certainly. I think you are a beautiful soul.
Me: And I trust that you’ve been able to keep up in your canoe upon my river
No matter how choppy it may be
Him: I happen to be great at canoeing
Me: well then, perhaps you won’t be lost from my world
Him: I can see my snow covered canoe from where I am sitting
Me: I am in a canoe right now. And the river’s direction just made a swift and almost unforgiving turn, yet I managed. I always do.
It is both with strife and resourcefulness that I am able. Too, an abundance of strength when I need it most.
Him: That’s probably the longest monologue I’ve ever had directed at me. I thought it was wonderful to just sit back and experience your words as they came in
There is definitely something to you
I haven’t even met this man in person yet, and he was able to bring this out of me. i hope you enjoyed it!
“Tell Me Your Life Story”
(A Happened Upon and Unplanned Occurrence)
By: Feathers of Happenstance
Sunday February 10th, 2014, at 11:38pm