Control
self reflection whispers its timid un-eased nerves towards the change sitting upright at the base of a life's booster-seat. I am fed inspiration and excitement, frowning at aggravation as I do my peas.
I am provided utensils self carved out the plastic and pictures... crying out to a vacant image of what should've been a babysitter; still hungry, now irritable and fatigued.
my tears vibrate off the sound of my helplessness, hopelessness sprinkles pixie dust on my nose and assures me I'm blessed.
I am reminded of my struggles and triumphs; how I swim breast strokes (seemingly with ease) with no training, rarely gasping for breath.
I climb out of the locks which allows quick release... sniffling over my motivation and new found agility. As I touch ground I morph from baby to 33; insecurity to maturity; frantic to cool release of my good seeds.
taking to giving, talking to singing, drawing to writing, sobbing to laughing, ANGRY to calm, Blaming to admitting I am in FULL control of ME!
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