Poetry: The Growing Up Years
A poetry excerpt from my book freebird fridays…
The Growing Up Years
They were the years I learned,
our hearts often travel of
their own volition,
with no permission slips
and little regard for the field trips
they take with our lives.
They were the years I learned
saying I love you
is not enough,
unless those words are lived
in heart and truth and deed.
They were the years I realized
we will never become
who we are meant to be
when we hang our keys to self
on someone else’s lock
and expect them to release
us to freedom:
We must become
our own key keepers and learn
to take responsibility for
our journey of heart.
They were the years I realized
the difference between truth
and lie is measured solely
by the amount of peace
or punch to your gut—
how you feel when
you're apart from someone
is just as important as how
you feel when you're together.
They were the years I learned
we can only love others
in accordance to how much
we love ourselves: we can't
truly stand strong for another
if we haven't learned to stand
strong for our self.
They were the years I realized
taking the path of authenticity
can be a lonely road, truth of
soul makes a demanding
companion who often requires
you to break your heart in order
to save your whole.
They were the years I learned
that I cannot be somebody's
sunshine without my own bright
flame slowly failing fast:
our light is owed to no one,
a precious gift best shared
after we've first learned
to shine brilliant for ourselves.
They were the years I learned
what it meant to accept the
unacceptable, and in so doing—
found fierce compassion,
and how to accept
the unacceptable in myself.
They were the years I knelt
on bent knee and knew
what it meant to take my
own hand in blessed union,
committing to love myself
and promising to ever
be faithful.
They were the years I learned
even on the most creased of days
to lift my heart to the sky
and embrace my all,
remembering all we have
is now.
And now.
And this present moment.
You can find more poetry in my book freebird fridays: a love story, and in my other books of poetry and prose, and for a monthly dose of intuitive guidance and heart wisdom, please join my monthly letter Intuitive YOU.
