Always take one step at a time; a butterfly cannot fly if it never grows its wings, and a bird cannot speak until it learns to sing in the life that it is given, for it only knows that song. And that is how the bird finds out where it belongs, when it leaves the ground, and takes off into the sky, gliding through the profound, everlasting deep blue, the unknown, with the clouds overhead, moving along. With each wind that erupts, it reaches new heights, though sometimes, it struggles amidst the storm, and it finds that once it has a taste of the world beyond what is found on the ground, it will never stop flying. Once that bird discovers the universe, the limitless possibility that lies beyond the clouds, it will never stop seeking more.
Words: they hold within the control to nurture or abuse. Words are powerful and sometimes, their influence is subdued by their overuse, but only when they are tossed about with empty meaning. Words can be utilized to tell a story, to educate, and to influence change. Use words wisely, they can be beautiful, for they are a gift. Beauty, as you well know, is forever guided by perception; never forget, analysis is based on your unique, yet creative opinion. Words: they are written to be interpreted.
Hey little bird, on your very first flight,
Learning as you go into the night.
You’ll stumble as you wander in different directions,
But always remember, little one, home will forever be your protection
From the lies, for it is not the home itself, built in concrete,
But what you have learned, the lessons that you now teach,
To now know how to let go.
At the edge of the branch, trepidation embodies you,
As your fragility quivers at the thought of the end.
You see failure, as you look down in fright.
A black hole below you, danger, darkness, temptation in sight.
It’s easy to fail, for gravity pulls you down.
Crooked, unruly branches in your vision around,
As the devil himself has tapped into the core
Of your roots, trapping you down.
Air getting thinner.
You know the end is near; it’s time. Change.
Let go; you are always braver at the finish line.
At the edge, you have never written so freely,
Where the phrases flow from your mind, like a waterfall,
All at once, but it keeps on going.
Continuous, and ever flowing.
The words come from your heart,
As your soul begins to part
From the eternity of chains, that has forcefully, and violently, bonded it,
Willing what remains to plunge itself into the flames
Burning to the inner most caverns
Holes and spaces so vacant, one can think the pain can be relinquished within,
Without a trace….
Rather, the soul can begin to journey,
To a time unknown,
With no limitations, no expirations,
Basking in and relishing in each minor acquaintance.
Embracing the delicacy of the human mind
And succumbing to the power of time’s ticking clock.
Oh, how the body has forgotten,
And how it can lie, and place a faÃ§ade,
Each time it crashes into another, a lightning rod
Comes to send it yonder.
It must journey and plunge into a place of fortitude,
Where recovery thrives; will itself to renew.
Exiting the cavern, of which behavior was haste,
The soul finds upon its departure that indeed,
The mind may have grown,
Experience construed the tales, the rules,
The path that the mind once knew,
But the heart did not falter.
For the heart?
It is the one solitary gift, parted from all others.
Now days feel like lifetimes,
And there is no better way to live.
One kiss, only one kiss, ignites the inside soul,
You’re ready to take control of this moment,
Don’t let her go, don’t let her go,
For a kiss was just a kiss, until she was reminded of your lips…
The heart’s ability to recognize,
While the mind is blind to the passion
And the raw attraction that it once knew,
Transforms the pounding lifeline residing within the chest’s cavity,
to be unique.
Although sometimes its influence is subdued,
The heart will forever remain true.
Little bird, do not be inhibited by what is below, or what is behind,
rooted in the ground, for you are meant to soar.
So glance below, and say no more;
The world above is what is in store, for you.
One gust of wind at a time.
One step towards the edge, easy now.
One glance down, and now a million more up.
I wish you luck little bird. Jump.
And have faith that if you begin to fall back to your roots,
The beauty, power, and strength that love provides will be the only thing needed to keep you in the sky.
Because little bird?
Always remember: You were born to fly.
And know, little bird, through the demons you have relinquished,
And the smoldering temptations you have extinguished,
You are no longer a little bird.
You are beautiful, a rebirth.
And from the flames was born a majestic, graceful phoenix.
Identity Magazine is all about empowering women to get all A’s in the game of life — Accept. Appreciate. Achieve.TM Every contributor and expert answer the Identity 5 questions in keeping with our theme. As a team, we hope to inspire and motivate ourselves and inspire you to get all A’s.
What have you accepted within your life, physically and/or mentally? What are you still working on accepting?
I have accepted that time is the only way to determine where you belong. Sometimes, you may know what you want the instant you lay eyes upon it, it indeed, is a gut wrenching feeling; it just means that you have an innate sense of destiny. Patience will be your only ticket to fulfilling your every desire.
What have you learn to appreciate about yourself and/or within your life, physically and mentally? What are you still working on to appreciate?
I appreciate the life within me, and the passion that guides me through my future. It brings light and drive to everything I touch; I could not extinguish this flame inside me, even if I tried.
What is one of your most rewarding achievements in life? What makes YOU most proud? What goals and dreams do you still have?
I make every day an awarding achievement; life is temporary, let your presence create purpose by the lessons you leave behind. I choose to influence the world with the only thing that I am certain of in life: my capacity to love.
We all have imperfections, so we think. The truth–we are all perfectly imperfect. What are your not-so-perfect ways? What imperfections and quirks create who you are–your Identity?
I know where I am meant to be before it has a chance to play out, this can be both a positive and negative influence on my patience. It is hard to have patience when what you want is a finger length away, but it is necessary, for the foundation must be built of concrete, not of sticks, or straw. Concrete? That takes time to dry, but it will be worth the wait.
“I Love My…” is an outlet for you to express and appreciate all the positive traits that make you…well… YOU! Sharing what you love about yourself will make you smile, feel empowered, and uplift your spirit and soul. (we assure you!)
Identity challenges you to complete the phrase “I Love My…?”
I love my spirit. I have an old soul, and I ignore those who try to manipulate it. I have a strong sense of self; no one will ever change that.