For the majority of my life I could not believe in me.
Blinded, wounded and hurting, it was so hard to see.
After many years of studying I started giving a damn.
I came to believe that it doesn’t matter; I am who I am.
I am just a small spec, like a tiny piece of time worn sand.
Earth a wonder, of huge seas, mountains and meadowlands.
A very minute fragment of the Universe; I play a small role.
For without this intimate understanding I am not fully whole.
After deep thought and searching I came to respect myself.
My spiritual being had been similar to an empty bookshelf.
As I grow and learn I am putting books where they belong.
The many books of life I sought after, were there all along.
I believe in me; I am now similar to a wounded bird set free.
My Higher Power would not have me be my own detainee.
It is belief that leads me to many places sought and unknown.
A belief I will retain, nurture and love, for I have finally grown.
I strongly believe that I still have tremendous work yet to do.
My large bookshelf still has room for books of growth anew.
As I continue to travel the journey of my Higher Power’s will,
I will be able to see; blindness I once had is now resting still.