Flying Free

A poem titled Flying Free that reads: In the hallways of my mind, a storm brews, a furious wind of thoughts, unyielding, ensues. Waves form in an ocean of emotions that is deep, and as the tide begins to rise, my spirit begins to weep. Each heartbeat is a pull toward the abyss, as I think of all the things that I miss. The gale grows, the crests tower ever higher, peace and stillness become my soul's sole desire. As I'm pulled in, I breathe, and stillness emerges, a pause in the storm, where calm and rest converge. On this solid ground, a weary seed is sound asleep, in my chest, there is a tightness that continues to creep. Winds howl, waves crash, there's no end in sight, back to the sea, they drag me, where there is no light. But within the depths, there is a flicker of belief, that beyond the tide, there might be relief. A bird, unchained against the wind, takes flight, in the tempest's eye, is finds strength, not fright. So here I stand amidst the storm that consumes me, hoping to find who and where I am meant to be.

This week, my objective has been to feel like I am flying free of the storm that is constantly raging in My Mind. Building off the last poem I posted, I am still learning what it means to have my thoughts on my side and what it means to be my own best friend.

I don’t want to go through life weighed down by my thoughts and emotions. Like a bird, I want to spend my time flying free through the sky. To do so, I need to learn how to set down the baggage that I have been carrying and how to let go of the thoughts and habits that no longer serve me.

I’ve been trying to set myself free from my mental prison for over two years now, and I’ve made significant progress, but I know there is still a long road ahead. I get a little closer, a bit better, each day. I need to keep sticking to it and trusting the process.