My heart has risen from it’s dormant winter No longer blanketed by clouded skies It’s cold comfort no longer appealing And can no longer cover my shadows, my footprints, my pride They parted like window drapes To a view so intimidating and sublime Of all the possibilities For a future- to myself- I denied During this season It took too much effort to bade off The allure of such a melancholy dream It took a strength I did not possess A truth I could not confess But now I have found the courage to find the warmth inside of me To brighten my tunneled vision To see my own faults But realize things happen for a reason As if warmth gives to warmth And misery feeds into misery But no one has to be the villain
So, I've been reflecting recently on why I do things or how I end up in the same situations over and over. The common denominator in all of these instances is me. But, I mean in no way to become the villain or the victim, rather I wish to be aware of my tendencies, address them and move on. I've had a history of falling into rabbit holes and becoming prone to feeding into negative thoughts. I want to tell a new story.