Funny how things appear different to me,
at any given level of the apple tree.
Anything is possible while we’re all climbing.
But at the base, staring up at the first branch,
Still wrestling roots to find higher ground.
like a child with no stature on me,
I came here remembering nothing prior to entry.
The apples are so far above, they feel beyond my reach.
I’m still growing into these shoes that came with me.
Sometimes I don’t wear them appropriately.
Others, I am leaping and jumping, tripping and bumping.
Grabbing at the air, and going nowhere until I stop moving, really.
Exhausting my daily bread on items full of sadness and regret.
Until I’m forced to sit in silence, silently, thinking nothing…
Then, suddenly the wisdom is made clear through the most unlikely messengers.
Like; A bug roaming by catches my eye as a certain thought crosses my mind.
A profound sense of relief extending from something so silly,
to think, the smallest thing can teach me deeply.
relaying a much-needed lesson I won’t forget easily.
From the ground floor where humble kings and queens often find their beginnings,
I still feel vulnerable to anything, left unsure of my surroundings as I am reaching.
So emotionally I’m exhausting my mental capacity, worrying over bittersweet nothings.
Am I really going to lose precious sleep over what my surroundings may or may not do to me?
Think of me? What opinions they might form of me?
How they might judge me over the outcomes spread like breadcrumbs in my wake?
Might, might, might… Doesn’t sound like my business, right?
Why should I care about something that hasn’t been aired openly?
Doesn’t that just mean I’m dealing with someone, something, cowardly?
Why should I care what such a thing might think of me?
More interestingly; What do I think of myself? Why do I think these things?
Are they real or perceived based on my knowledge of me?
Suddenly, I’m navigating over the massive roots expertly,
without even thinking about it
And then finally life releases the floodgates if only to free me from the weight.
Letting me experience what I’m dreading to realize, I am meant to live harmonious.
I am built to express and let go of things that don’t serve me and my purpose.
I’m bulletproof, a peaceful resistance to the feelings opposing my next move.
From the first branch, I’m laughing at the hounds raging beneath my new view.
Suddenly, as I’m catching my breath, I realize,
that the ability was always in me, building…
To sprout wings and rise above the adversity plaguing.
To stand up and move through the bad news burning through me.
Funny how it never feels like overcoming,
until the next goal post is reached.