On the cusp of two worlds is where I feel my feet find traction.
The austere way in which I see myself leaves no room to adjust. I feel as if I have blocked my way.
When did they get so tall?
At times I can see from a birds-eye view all that I am, it’s a difficult but bestial picture of mistakes and victories. Paths crossing, diverting, and completely stopping.
A story being beautifully weaved.
It’s hard to say, but I haven’t always seen it that way. A time of turmoil turned the canvas of my life inky black, a dark abyss, absent of light.
If hope was light you could say I had neither.
Scratch, punch, gouge and kick. I crawled my way out of that pit.
To the tallest of peaks to see what I’d missed.
There is where I gained perspective. Every time I visit, it’s there I see the bigger picture of all that I AM.