Golden.
A monumental time
For a monumental age.
No celebratory bang.
Not one for playing charades.
Just wrapped in love
Amongst the days delight.
Gratitude ever flowing
As my inner light shines bright.
No need to utter words
Because my actions speak loud.
The reflection I see daily
Is one that I am proud.
50 years of life
With twists and turns
And lessons learned.
Ready for what the Universe unfolds before me now.
Golden.
What is life to cold hands and an empty heart?
A meaningless nothingness.
A reflection of despair.
No humanity seen.
No love.
No care.
Mere ashes of hope gone dry.
Mere tears from when one cried.
No measure of value for bodies.
None for the dead nor alive.
“Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” – Vivian Greene
And dance I did.
As my 46th bornday approaches on April 4th, I’ve been reflecting on my life’s journey. I’ve come a long way from being that eight year old kid who held back tears, swallowed her pain from abuse, and declared that I would grow up to be better than the examples that I was being shown at home.
I’ll always have a vivid memory of the Saturday that my father almost ended his life and mine. Even after he hurt me to my core on this day, I put hurt and fear aside. I wanted to live. I had the courage and the strength to survive.
In all of the heartache that I’ve been through, I’ve always pushed forward. And here I am today. I’m proud that I made the decision at age eight to live. I didn’t know what my life would be like as an adult, but I had dreams of a better life full of love. I can look in the mirror and smile, because some dreams do come true. I made it. Hearts can be emotionally battered and can bend. But, hearts can also feel love again. Hearts can also mend.
I’m gratefuI learned to dance so well in the rain.
Having the time to reflect on self,
I’ve come to realize that what I seek is within me.
I’ve wallowed in self doubt, and in the process
I’ve put creative dreams on hold.
Always making excuses for what I can’t do and why,
And what I don’t have time for.
The years have slipped away for making dreams a reality.
The years have slipped away, but time allows for second attempts,
For me to make the best of time that’s left.
I see so clearly now, and my senses are alive.
I feel revived as if a new me has been born.
With a new sense of self, I will create
What might be the masterpiece of a lifetime.
A masterpiece to make me weep tears of joy
That I accomplished what I set forth to do.
I’ve decided to put fear aside, and make my dreams a reality.
I shall try once again without reservation.
Having the time to reflect on self,
I’ve come to realize that what I seek is within me.
It’s Creativity.
It’s Happiness.
It’s Paradise.
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