Find My Way

Somethings are okay to let go of.

What once was and isn’t anymore

causes eminence pain. Where, oh

where does it come from, this

thing called strength?

Is it forced or is it destiny? Move

here and fly there. What’s the

reason? All I need is an answer.

Something simple. I’m wheezing.

I have love for the deep ocean.

It, alone, saved my soul. It gave

me utter serenity and

transformed me, made me whole.

Beginning from vacation to

staycation, to insane-station. I

see the eyes in the sky, they’re

watching me day and night.

That’s my holy everyday might.

A seed was planted, deep

within my soul and I found the

spirit in me that makes me, me.

That love that someone once stole.

As I lay on my yoga mat, I seek the

answers that my heart yearns,

but my soul already knows.

Knowledge… I found in abundance.

Flew to the middle of the earth,

but found the middle of me.

Stuck I was within. In a place

called rock. The All Might came

and saved me. I walked towards

the light because without death

there is no life.

Now the purpose.

Find myself. My own

person, away from all I know.

To feel the breeze of a life

unbeknownst to me. A life

once unavailable I seek.

I followed my intuition and

here I am once more. With

myself, fighting-crying-trying

to find the resolution.

Everywhere I go, there go I.

Is it okay to land after a long flight?

The sky like the ocean; vast.

Filled with answers you don’t

have the questions to. Why not

land for twenty and take off

again in the plenty?

Seek the answers you wish to

find in many places, the mind

is vast. Knowledge will

forever last, but adventure

comes to pass.

Be the wisdom that brings

oxygen to the leaves. Be

the dripping branches that

come to meet your roots.

You are not blind.

You know it’s time.

Hawaii no longer has

a purpose.

The goal was met.

Becoming your own ideas

of life to carry. Growing

your own thoughts of

life, love, pain, hurt. You,

are the resilience you

never imagined.

You are your own creator

of reality. With the help

of your goddesses you no

longer bleed. Now, baby,

sweet sweet baby,

It’s okay to breath.