The king in Me
I vent! I vent and vent and vent! Let the energy go! Don’t attach yourself to it. Be. Be vibrant . Be loud. Steps are made. Progress is at hand. The time and space of my existence demands attention. Strive forward into the fray. Take heed and mind your ways. The battle begins at home and it is there it will end. Self doubt is the weasel that sparks the struggle. Constantly persisting and pestering my ability to perceive. The king in me second guesses himself and in that moment of doubt his kingdom starts to crumble. His faith is shook and he falls to his knees. He weeps and weeps and weeps and weeps. Then he began to speak. “I forgive you” “I am sorry” “I love you”. The heavens and the earth decided on that moment to let him live. He being me and me being king and everything being my emotions and my attachments. The story ends pleasant though, the king wandering off in some foreign direction to discover a new land to plant the seeds of love and trust and strength into. Cherish your vulnerability.
(1883)
This is a note to self!
