I am that
Which I was meant to be
Only
I don’t believe
My truth
I try to find reasons
To be more
Than I am meant to be
Negating myself
And all that I
Have achieved
If I could only
See myself
In my True Light
Then
Maybe I could accept
All of me

What is it
That I find
Inside of myself
As I search
For the
Meaning of life
What emptiness
Evades me
And creates the illusion
Of true happiness
I know
That somewhere
Deep inside of myself
That there exists
A true joy
An authentic
Happiness
And
I just have to find it
Hidden
Amongst all the other
Angst

Big words
Make me feel like
I am hiding
From my truth
When we use big words
It tends to inflate the ego
And make us feel
Like we are saying more
Than we really are
So
I will stay with
Small words
And hope
That I
Will
Speak
My truth

What is life
If not a conglomerate
Of differences of being
What is life
If not a place of chaos
Where mind reigns
What is life
If not
A hurry scurry
Of useless endeavors
What is life
If not
A gathering
Of ignominious experiences
Meant to teach us
About
life

Home
A place where I can put my feet up
And try to figure out
Who I am
Home
In a body
That is neither here nor there
And yet
It keeps me
Where I am
Going
Body, mind, soul
Acting in unison
While
Crying for
Individuality
Which creates
Chaos
Trying to bring balance
And harmony
And peace
To
My life

I never know
Which way
My words
Are going to carry me
Will they speak of the present
Or of the past
Or of the
In-betweens
Of life