Birthing Musings of Life ~ Part Two

I remember as I daydreamed
Seeing art created from oil, acrylics, and watercolors
Of a variety of shades and hues of brown and beige
Separated by lines, squares and rectangle spaces.
This abstract dimensional painting in a kaleidoscope view
told the story of my life.

The scene switched and I could see myself sitting in the corner of a room
With my back against a wall on a wooden floor with my knees pressing against my chest and my arms wrapped tightly around my legs.
As I sat there and stared at my pretty brown feet, I cried.

I cried through all the pain of my yesteryears.

There have been so many tears,
And too many times that this excessive release
Has split my spirit, soul and my aura in spheres
Splintered and scarred deeply is my heart
From living from age to age, from phase to phase.

As I glimpse back
I can see the anguish on my face that so clearly translates
A lost of hope
That my dreams would never be and I wondered
As I trembled would I ever dream again.

Yet life marched on and my strength and understanding did transcend
Self-limitations and systematic programming.

And then the clouds parted and no more was I cold-hearted,
Deliverance came as the sun that shined brightly through
And I leaned forth bathing under the rays of time
Stretching myself upward, determined I pushed myself farther
Than ever before

As the obstructions and chains on the outside of me fell away
And something inside of me broke loose
Causing my spirit to shift
And then I knew.

This morning I woke up to a Grand Rising
With "a knowing" that not only would I dream
And hope again
But that I was the dream come true, and so much more,
That I and those I lovingly touch
Have been waiting for.

Cover Image by pixabay.com
Image 2 painting by Catherin Moon
Image 3 by Callie Beale Photography