Well, I thought this poem was only appropriate to post on a blog called Life Wonderments!

I have discovered that feeling my feelings, as archaic as that may sound, is an important part of healing. My feelings about old wounds or past transgressions are not always pleasant, but stuffing them is even more unpleasant and the result certainly isn’t anything worth writing about.

The result of feeling my feelings is that I am left Free to Wonder, not worry.

I hope you enjoy this poem and that it inspires you in just the way you need.

Free to Wonder

Bask in wonder, not worry,
My Child.
Worry is for the meek,
Not Powerful.

Your Power comes through Me,
Nothing else.
Do not fall prey to the worldly ways—
Not long lasting.

My wish for You is to be Free
From burden.
They are unnecessary and stunt
The Tree of Your Life.

Your life is through Me.
Look to Me for Your Direction,
Your Power.
And You will be Free.

My wish for You…
To wonder, not worry.
Be Humble, and Powerful.
Submit, yet Guide.

All of these things You can Be
Through Me.
Wonder in Awe, Amazement.
No worries, just let them Be.

Go, My Child, live Life as You see,
Know it is through Me.
No thanks I require,
Only that You are Free,
To bask in the Light before Me.

Paradox it does seem,
But, no I Promise
It is not.
The Truth it is
As it always was.

When I am feeling particularly uncomfortable in my own skin, I can reflect on this poem.

At the time I wrote it, I was coming to terms with the realization that it was ok to Be Just Me.

Be Just Me

I don’t know how to be just me,
Because I don’t know who I am.

Who I am deludes me
Through a cloud of illusions
That dilute me
From fulfilling my Destiny.

They shield me from the Sunshine,
That which I hold dear.
When I can see the light—
The light of my Destiny;
I feel guided and near.

It is in the darkness
That I feel so lost.
Yet it was from darkness that came light.

Keep on, my precious Soul,
For it is only through Discover
That you can Discard.
And only through Discard
That you can Do.

And when you can Do, my Soul
You can be Free—
Free to be just me.

This was the first poem I ever wrote in my whole life. It was a very strange feeling at first, to feel words coming out of me that I knew were not my own and feeling like I was going to bust at the seams if I didn’t pen them. Quick. Hurry. Get Paper. Demanding little things, they are! Really, though, this description does not do the experience justice, but it is the best I can do with the words I that come to mind right now! I hope you enjoy it!

This World That

As I vacillate from this world to that
You assume this world is of real,
And that is of fantasy.

You see my eyes shift,
You watch my soul leave,
And in a flash
I’m back
Just as you know me in this world.

But really I am most at home in that world.
You don’t know me in that world as you know me in this.

As we grow, I share, you share,
As our souls collide for instances,
Although brief,
You come to know that me—
The real me.

The real me is the me of that world, not this.
But the me of this and that world—that me
Loves you from the depths of both,
The depths of this being, that soul—
Me!