Free Spirits

Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it
Mount of Thy unchanging love

Maybe that’s how I survived.

My fiery stubbornness!

My constant need to argue.

My urge to defend and take a stand for myself or someone next to me thrown down under the weight of living.

Truthfully?

Sometimes I hate that trait. 

It didn’t affect me when I was little..

But as I grow older people don’t appreciate it.

Some can’t stand that I like to look at the other side of a situation that people usually don’t or can’t see.

I made my parents angry tonight.

I believe something simple in my heart that they don’t seem to like.

I know there’s a chance I might be wrong, but I also know what the future holds is extremely special.

They take life so seriously…and they make it seem so complicated when really…

It could be so simple.

It is how you wish to perceive it.

Love is simple.

Love is patient and love is kind.

I can feel this dream growing and coursing through my veins

One of these days it’s going to explode.

There is going to be an outburst of truth.

They say your heart never lies.

I’m scared but so ready to experience this.

I’m so sure of it.

It’s trying to break free and flare up in the stars.

When it happens the stars will collide and the sky above will be in bliss.

The Lord will be pleased.

The plans he made are to come true.

When I was a child I used to talk about seeing angels.

I talked about heaven.

When the rays of the sun would shine out of the clouds, I would get intensely excited and loudly exclaim:

LOOK! LOOK! THAT’S GOD’S SHADOW!!!  THERE HE IS? SEE??!! IT’S GOD’S SHADOW!

My mother went to conferences for Kindergarten and my Teacher told her I was converting the class.

I still have the hundreds of drawings I scribbled of the infant Jesus and the Nativity.

I scared people with such an intense belief.

Last year, we saw the film “Heaven is for real.”

My sister did not like it because it apparently was an annoying repeat of me.

Ouch.

Yes. Even my faith drove people up the wall.

 

My Father says after I was born, he held me in the hospital.

He and Mom didn’t get to do that much because I was so sick.

I was such a small and frail baby fighting for my life.

He recalled a moment when he held me that he will never forget.

 My eyes rolled in the back of my head.

I stopped breathing.

My skin turned a waxy yellow/grey.

My heart stopped beating.

It has been said I died. Just for a very small time. Not even a full minute.

It took 3 doctors to bring me back to life.

Looking back at my childhood and being so spiritual still gives me such amazement.

I remember it clearly, and I wish I could have my childlike faith back.

People have told me I have special connections to God.

Sometimes I just feel plain doubtful…but then I remember something:

There’s a reason my heart is always right.

There’s a reason why I can sense things that occur before they do.

There’s a reason I’m strangely good and reading complete strangers and knowing what kind of person they are.

There's a reason I beat all the odds and came to life.

I am blessed.

Now here I am, freaking out my poor parents about love.

They’re constantly telling me I’m going to get my heart broken…

But my argument is: What about the other side of the spectrum?

What if I finally find the person I’m supposed to be with?

The darkness slithers under their skin

 They spit out sourness.

Apparently I’m set to be heartbroken for life.

Notions aren’t valid.

Hunches aren’t real.

It’s all in my head.

That it’s clearly NOT possible the person I like at the moment could very well turn out to be someone who could love me more than I’ll ever know.

Sure as a parent you don't want to think of your baby growing up.

But it's bound to happen eventually.

Can’t a girl at least hold on to hope?

After 3 years of hell how else and what else is there to hold on to?

In order to see the sun we must have hope.

We must have faith.

I dreamt of my very own wedding day last night.

I woke up with tears in my eyes.

It was that beautiful.

I’ll never forget the moment when my father gave me away to my groom.

I may be young now….

But I’m excited for the day that moment arrives.

No matter what anyone says or thinks…

My faith in love will never be broken.

Even if it makes me appear to be nothing but foolish.

I still don’t understand why people are so cynical.

Once you have a flicker of faith, light, hope, joy, and love in your heart and soul…

You can fly.

There is no turning back.

When I get married...I hope  to walk down the aisle to this song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sApYYmxhWQ

Reviews

[Stephen]

I really like this poem. I can tell that it came from the heart. I myself had a similar experience. I stopped breathing when I was born for a couple of minutes. I do feel I am blessed as well. You have a very positive outlook on things and I myself struggle with that so this was a very motivational piece for me and I really appreciate you sharing it. Thanks

[wordman]

kathryn you are a brave person,you say what you mean and you mean what you say
not afraid to speak your mind,you are a special person,and yes maybe god has a plan for you