Everyone has this identity of what we are meant to be, but it does not come naturally. We must learn how to make it evolve.
This need festers deep inside our body and soul; making it hard to breathe, feeling as if you’re going to combust spontaneously.
In this very moment, the perfect epiphany wakes you as if in a deep sleep. It gives you the urge to write everything, especially your goals and dreams, hoping this will feed the want inside.
Everyone’s feelings of the want come differently.
For me, I feel this passion to make the earth quake enough to move mountains, in such an incredibly unique way.
To run as far as my legs will take me, until I feel as if I’m going break.
To love my children as gracefully and understandingly as I humanly can.
To grow in knowledge, while learning as passionately as my mind will grant me.
To let go of the hate an anger of the world.
To let it slide through my arms, down my finger tips, and into the ground where it belongs.
To not hurt others, but instead be a voice of kindness and strength.
To be what others are afraid of seeking and fighting to see.
To let go of all the animosity and pain, and fly free.
To harness and meditate the things that will feed my soul.
To dress strong and full of beauty as the women I venture to be.
By this I will go far. It’s not a question or a maybe; it is a statement to the world that this is who I will be.
This was the first poem I ever post online. It holds a very special place in my heart.