Patience.
But I don’t
wait for anything.
Time is the
least expendable aspect in my life. Yet while I wring every last drop from each
hour of the day, they evaporate during freefall. None collect into my empty
glass.
Refocus:
optimism…
Is the glass
full?
Full of air
– the most vital element to my survival.
It’s time I
take a sip of what is in my glass.
Just
breathe.
But patience
is not my strength.
Oh no, back
to pessimism, doubt, insecurities. My muscles tremble when these emotions slink
up from the shadows of my mind multiple times a day. They wrap their chilling
fingers around pride’s neck… no air, no strength…and the world on my shoulders
begins to sway.
I collect
the light and shoo them back into the shadows.
But the
barriers and obstacles are copius, and as I radiate the light, the shadows take
shape behind them. These shadows shelter my negative daemons – the perfect
refuge for those cold creatures.
With more
light comes more shadows.
I never stop
learning.
Refocus:
rely on my resources…
I’m losing
strength and my world is heading for it’s destructive plummet. As the globe on
my shoulders teeters, I intuitively opt to keep the light. Although no drops of
time have condensed into my glass, I lift it to my lips and sip.
One deep
long draw of air fills my lungs.
Another sip
and my chest rises.
I am
elevated above the obstacles and my light shines down. The shadows shrink as I
gulp the air from my glass.
Like
sunrise.
Steady now, I
stabilize my grip. I am composed. No more quiver, no more wobble.
With another
gulp, the light that emits creates no shadows from this angle high above the
barriers. With nowhere to hide, the daemons dissipate.
I am strong.
I am tall.
I am
patient.
