Life of M

One thing about me, I've been so good at convincing myself I am perfect for something, just to turn around and talk myself out of it based on how others may disqualify me. I have got to stop counting myself out. Deep down, there are so many things in this life I want to explore and conquer, and I've been told in more ways than one that is is impossible to do/have everything. My question to the people who say such things is why? Why can't I be successful at one thing and then move on to the next? Why can't I have divided interests? But most importantly, I must reflect with myself and ask why have I allowed such a definitive belief of someone else's cloud my own? Am I not the co-creator of my destiny? Isn't the purpose of real prayer and manifestation to do the impossible? Why would I let someone else's limits become my own? Truth be told, I don't have a real answer, but I think I have a solution. It's called doing things afraid. I've learned that ...

I write these words with a desire to be heard I've been filled with a heavy heart and a lot of nerve My mind refuses to rest, and yet my soul is restless I search the scorned earth for something that seems so rare a fairytale at best I'm a glimmer of light, one that will keep more than just myself going A gentle flame, or a catastrophic fire Yearning for a love that I have to fill myself with Just to pour it into the soul of the next person another sacrifice... I still write with the desire to be heard But I'm afraid of how what I will say may effect the next person if I'm honest, will you listen? Or will you sew your ears shut as soon as I stop making jokes? I've been spoon feeding folks for a while now. I am a storm that can lead to devastation But the end of something is only the beginning of something else. I am also a calm breeze, one that feels rewarding after a chaotic day. Pick your poison, and nurture it well. Still I have that desire to be heard, But a fea...