Clouds

The storm is over

the sky is clear

Throughout the darkness

you’re still here.

My Knight.

My Light.

When things were bad

and I was sad,

you grabbed my hand and pulled me through.

I would not have made it without you.

Your strength,

Your courage,

Your love, and commitment

reached out to me when I was distant.

You are my dream come true.

I’m still here, because of You.

My Music Man

 

Adulting

Adulting is a funny thing really.  Some think that it begins at a certain age…. you know, I’m 18 years old— therefore, I’m an adult.  Some have really been “adulting” far from the “adulting” age.  Say that older child who finds him/herself  parenting a younger sibling while the real parent is out doing whatever.

The real sadness, is realizing at aged 50, that you haven’t been adulting at all.  You have been surviving and that surviving looked a lot like adulting.  But when you pull the skin back from the onion, you realized you were living on auto mode.

Stepping outside of yourself, outside of you issues, outside of your fears leaves a raw picture. It leads to open wounds, raw emotions, and fears you buried instead of facing. Once you are strong enough to face those hidden fears you have a true chance at really stating to “adult”.  It’s were you are living according to your own values.  Where you see the real you. Not the you that others tried to push off onto you. Not the fears that you developed from your past experiences. It is the You that you truly are.  And you are OK with that You.  You see your scars, your pains, your mistakes—– and you still love You.

Adulting begins when you see the real You and you love that You, and you start to take care of that You. Because, really, can anyone ever love You like you can?

Are you “Adulting” or are you on automatic?

Looking back

Looking back I can see clearly

looking back I felt the love.

Looking forward, I dream of us seeking

that  love we had before the storm.

You and I are not the norm.

Your touch upon my skin, so dearly

as if from angels up above.

Look at us!!

Even the angels are peaking

at our love.

We made it.

 

Skyy