My Soul’s Imagination

In one year’s time, I have discovered who I am and more importantly how to be that person. I have learned that my heart is the moon to my emotional ocean, yet no matter how fast the earth, my mind, rotates; it plays no part in my emotional tide. And over this year my shores have seen droughts and tsunamis but all has not been so extreme. I do believe that perfection as been seen, although most of my days have landed somewhere in between.

I have fallen in love with the feeling of falling in love only to find my metaphorical wings. I have learned that the earth, my mind, is no place to fly, so I take to the shore and create the breeze over the tide. I take what I have learned and form clouds that will fall like knowledge upon some nonbelievers mind.

With enough belief and a strong enough love, I will soar past the orphan Pluto and conjure up a galaxy where gravity plays no part in the soul or the creation of (wo)man. And we would all be born with an innate awareness of our metaphorical wingspan, feathered with personal belief and self esteem. We would be born writing and walking, waiting to be taught to talk and fly.

I have learned how to do what will make me happy. Oddly enough, it is a hard process to conjure the confidence to put myself first. It is arduous to give myself what I deserve when what I deserve is something good.

Happiness, like strength, is vulnerability. When I am happy, gravity wants to take control, when I show strength, someone wants to break off a piece. When I dare to be both simultaneously, I am like Jacob, wrestling the angel. I feel I must fight until I receive my blessing. I must prove that I have earned my place to forever preserve my faith upon a pedestal of my own design.

Fight my angel. Fight the loves that have betrayed me. Fight the things that haunt me. Fight all that ties back my wings and hinders my belief. It is only I that can teach myself to speak and fly.

In one year’s time, I have found my voice. Now I am feathering my wings. Soon when you see me I will be soaring over my shores above my changing tides. And maybe one day when true love has entered my life, gravity will have no pull upon my soul and I will find my galaxy.

If in a year I can discover and give face to the very person I trust I am, and if who I am is birthed from the procreation of my soul and my imagination then what will be born of the person I am and the love I will experience over the course of my life?

I imagine.

And one day,
I believe,
I will fly.