I am not afraid of the shadow. I embrace it and I turn it into a beautiful reality.
Every waking hour is a blessing. When I awake, I am rolling into my blessings. I am running, fast, as if a hamster on a hamster wheel. Coffee. Shower. Awake.
I am trying to catch up, but in reality, I am only running in place.
I am not running away from my darkest side and secrets.
I embody them, wear them, and show them.
Who will care to read and carefully analyze?
Otherwise, your judgements are not right.
I am that. In fact, it is, to me, my truest side.
It is warrior like, king like, saint like, persistent, and courageous amongst darkness in all places.
I do not see color.
I see an exterior condition, of a soul inside.
I walk all places.
I walk and my feet feels like steel.
I walked on fire, ice, water and the skies.
Darkness overrides when my spirit feels like mush.
Until it grows back stronger and ruthless.
It rains in a storm.
And I write these mediations daily, every morning…
I see death and foulness ahead and behind me.
I brace myself and my soul.
I feel my heart working double.
Stitching up pain and trials.
I was dismissed, given up on, but I don’t hold that too personally.
I solely, see it for what it is, to do better to touch the soul more intricately, intensely and intelligently.
Know, first, who you are, and then adorn yourself accordingly.