Is It Time Yet?

brunette girl holding a white theatrical mask

Is it time yet?
Time to make that change you’ve been pondering
Time to get the support you need
Time to be who you know you are beneath the layers,
The one under the mask you take off at night

Or does that mask never come off?
Does it stay carefully in place,
Even during your down times,
Lulling you into believing if it never comes off
Then what’s beneath it can’t be real?

What if you just took a peek?
By the light of the moon, with no one around
What if you lifted the edge just slightly
Revealed to yourself the beauty behind it?

What if you dropped that everyday persona
Became real – raw, tender, open
Capable of loving as hard and long and wholly
As you’ve ever felt the pain from which you’ve hidden?

And what if in your realness, your true self
You find what you’ve been seeking all along,
Your light, your beauty, your heart
The parts of you lost to life
Still waiting for you to reclaim them

Lovingly, patiently
Waiting for you to take off the masks for good
And wear them like a crown,
Step out into the world as the queen you are

Is it time yet?

©SpiritLed 2016

I AM

Flash blu

I am
The light in the darkness
The one I seek to drag me up
Soothe my soul
Embittered by the wounds of youth

I am
The power for which I yearn
The strength to overcome and start anew
To right the wrongs of a past
Lustful for drama and pain

I am
The lens through which
You see my soul
Today bitter, tomorrow emboldened
A flash of greatness a thousand lifetimes in the making

I AM

©SpiritLed 2016

Daily Bliss- February 22

The Angels want us to take time to rest.  Rest is important for our overall sense of wellbeing and connection.  Tired and cloudy minds and bodies can’t function at their highest capacity.  Whatever is so important can wait.  Allow rest, and the rest will fall into place.

Walls Inside

Great Landscape with tree

In this life, the walls created
Promise to provide shelter,
Protection from the greatest storms,
The wildest, rockiest intrusions man can concoct

And they do—
Shuttered up tightly, my walls guarded me
Each day and night so that nothing unwanted
Or unpleasant was granted willing entrance
This didn’t stop the storms from rattling at the doors
And breaking out the glass,
Ripping from the roof and foundation fragments of debris,
And still, I all but disappeared behind my fortress

And the voices, pleasant and gentle, whispered,
“Let me in”
Promising joy and thrills not found in safe places

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