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Finding Me

I once believed that dreams were for those who had nothing else to hold on to.
 
I used to feel that those who shared and chased their dreams were unrealistic fools.
 
Dreams weren’t meant to manifest or grow.
 
Those days, I feared my own being. I feared confronting judgement for passion of knowing. A scolding for believing.
 
One night, the stars shot across the sky, and I was given a chance. A brief glimpse crossed my path, and I was granted a vision of post time.
 
I saw a being drifting among the clouds, without fear of leaving the ground.
 
A being who trusted their wings and took flight.
 
She turned around and gave me a nurturing wink.  With a similar smile, and the love was mirrored to the same love inside of me.... I was no longer running from what I couldn’t see.
 
The Sky cradled me, as the clouds laid a path of self exploration.
 
Thoughts and feelings from treading on unknown waters. Despair no longer had any means for formation.
 
When I heard the voice of a passed soul, I heard a familiar voice of my own.
 
As one person, I became whole. Gracefully introduced to my soul.
 
One with dreams is  one with meaning, and one that has the greatest potential to grow.
 
I allowed my wings to support me, and carry me to my destiny.
 
I live to love, and pass on the inspiration that my Angels have graciously bestowed upon me.
 
My dreams have become a permanent reminder of “Finding Me”.

(2014)

"When you decide to ride the waves of life and allow them to carry you to a sea of opportunity, your purpose becomes more defined." -Author Amber M. Royse

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