Some days it will be easy.
Like wading against the current easy,
with strong legs and no thought of any deep hole or getting stuck in the sand.
Youâll steer with sure-footedness, and burst after burst of resilience.
Other days you will feel crippled,
caught in a whirlpool, with no hope of pulling yourself out.
The waves that once slapped gently against your knees,
feeding your creativity, now threatened to swallow you whole.
Lashing harder and harder into you, as you let itâs voices in your ears, and the weight of living take control.
A flood of every bad emotion youâve ever felt.
âYouâre not smart enough. youâre not good enough. Youâll never be able to succeed. Youâre a freak. Youâre worthless. Youâre a nobody.â Leered the sea, confirming your worst fears and insecurities.
You sit for time uncharted, wallowing in an ocean of agony.
One day you know youâll be able to fight the current and sail through the storm, but until then you let the waves roar;
a swell of self doubt,
a surge of stress,
a ripple of anxiety.
Your ugly sobs are drowned out by the thunder and sea as you
sink further and further under,
until you can hardly breathe.
Now, darkness is present. But as the sun rises, then the tides calm,
so will you.
Your eyes open to see light touch the sky in shining beams, shooting up and out. A swirl of colors.
Rich gold like kisses, like crÚme brulée.
Red like a womanâs mouth painted the color of defiance, of bravery.
As the light grows brighter, it is a sliver of confidence you sight.
Above you, the heavy black clouds shake and cower in fear, giving up the fight.
And it stumbles, that suffocating failure and fear.
It trips and rolls, seeping into the waves, and is carried away as high tides change.
And you have a moment of clarity in the storm, a chance to breathe,
to piece together your scrambled mind, and you take it.
You are tired of being lost in this blue abyss.
So you say goodbye, for now, to the waves of self doubt.
And suddenly itâs all coming into view, and you are recharged anew.
The waves havenât caught up to you yet, but tomorrow or next week or next year when they come cascading back, spewing and sputtering as to what you lackâ
you will take action, stay driven, and tap into the gifts you were given. You will set goals, you will seek to strive, and once you realize you have everything you need, you will thrive.
You navigate the waters.
You find balance, a sense of self belief.
A pure bliss where you cease to fight the natural pull of the seaâ of the soul.
You move with it, riding out the triumphs and throes of lifeâs ebb and flow, just letting yourself be.
You are able to let go of your demons.
You, are finally free.
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