Changing
This is for women, and therefore also for men.
I went away to the islands a few times to think and âfeelâ about life, and contemplate on where I was and where I wanted to be. If I were to look at myself a few years back, I would not have recognised myself. I will be able to squeeze out a few tears, that much I can say, but the self-examination wonât last for long. There is a change that has happened, and is still happening within me. Itâs not complete, of course, I am still âwork in progressâ….but I think I’m getting there.
Poetry featured in the book of poetry called âThe Forsaken Muse, A Womanâs Journey from Sorrow to Hopeâ; also featured in Pink Panther Magazine – Issue 12
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Change a blowinâ
I can see from afar
Wind in my direction
Donât know whatâs happening,
Just go with itâŠ
The rest will be history in no time
When you look back and say
It wasnât too bad after all,
The storm passes, the pain is gone,
You realise thereâs strength within you,
Untapped and dormant, Â but alive and real.
You have given birth to a new self, a new freedom
that is free and unencumbered,
No more fear of losing someone
No baggage, no injustice,
No tears, no hurt.
I am a woman wanting change,
wanting my life back as thereâs lots to do.
Out there, thereâs a lot of pain
I can do something
From the valley of tears, I hear crying, people dying
I canât stand not doingâŠ
Listening, helping, thatâs my destiny,
I canât deny, I canât resist
I was born to do it, else there is no rest!
Change is knocking, can you hear what Iâm hearinâ?
I can hear the âDeepâ callinâ
I can hear âSpiritâ sayinâ,
âChannel your energy to those who are hurting.
You were born for such a time,
All things are new, the old has passed.â Â
Change a-cominâ
Like waves a-rollinâ
Can you hear the gentle whisper?
Just go with it.
To be free and without burden
Is bliss, is joy, is rest.
Have a look at me now,
See the smile on my lips,
The peace I have within my heart,
The people are callinâ
That is my life now,
No time for selfish desires
And dreams that will never rhyme.
âSpiritâ says âYieldâ,
Yes, I come,
I am in a hurry,
Life is too short to think a lot about myselfâŠ
It is not about me, it is not about me.
âŠ..That is my most important change.