I heard a song yesterday after a long time...The Floacist's "Alright Then" off her first solo album. Apart from the beautiful strains of strings and piano coupled with the mellifluous clarity of her voice and the rich baritone of a saxophone floating through, the words did much to soothe my weary soul...
In my mind I saw a vision of my journey from there to here...All I have done, learned, endured and experienced, has made me this me, this woman, this person. This person who is now defined.This person who has reached the point of exhaustion. I am now ready to embrace and embody my destiny.
I stand facing my star...
The thing about destiny though is that you don't just pick it up and wear it. You must climb the mountain to reach your star...
I stand at the foot of my Kilimanjaro...the final climb. I am filled with fear and trepidation as I stand facing this one final giant...memories, history and past attachment...this mass of doubt inducing discouragement that threatens to block my path and turn me away from my quest...and yet...my heart holds steady and fast to the hope in possibility, to the belief in now, in a future, in a change, in the beauty that awaits me at the summit of this climb...
In my mind, my boots are sturdy, my gloves more than adequate, my back is strong and my feet are firm. I will not falter. I have the tools...faith hope. and love without condition...belief in the value of a good heart...that I am here at all is proof enough that if I remain true, steadfast in my convictions, careful in my approach, the possibility of attaining my goal far outweighs the bulk of this Goliath that I grapple with...
I know who I am and what I carry inside me...and because I know this I will look neither to the right nor to the left. I remain, eyes focused on my star, heart without malice, without judgement, only faith....only belief in what my heart knows to be true...truer than the ring of the Archer's golden arrow...I will climb this mountain. Because I am worthy and deserving of the final spot upon its great height in which to place my irrefutable and undeniable mark...never to be usurped, besmudged or erased...
I will reach my star, and it will twinkle as I pick it out of the sky and carry it in my heart...
Everything's gonna be alright in the end......
Miss Mahogany....
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