Helping Me Help Myself

Thank you for helping me

Help Myself

For you can give a man a plane ticket

And he can fly for a day, a couple hours

But if you give him wings

He can fly forever

So there is such joy

And such sorrow

In knowing

God granted only me

The ability to help myself

To travel into my mind

To face my demons

To hug my youth tight

Endow me

With the wisdom 

That pours from a fountain of

Divinity inside me

But I thank you 

For providing me

With a guiding light

A beam on places I needed to go

You held the door open

Let the portal become

What it was destined to be

And through this

You have in many ways

Helped me to heal me

And that is the greatest gift

Teaching me

That I have the ability to come to terms with

Not fix

My present, past

That it's okay to embrace everything I was

To comfort the most wounded parts of myself

To let them cry for a little while

How to lead them, single file, to a world

In which I am alone, and that's okay

And you know? It even feels right, in a very strange way...

So please let me say to you

Thank you for

Unfurling the wings

You saw developing

Inside this cacoon that is 

My soul, my memories

For rearranging the pieces, into something 

Grounding

They no longer float, and the lessons I have gleaned

They guide me

Ever present

You represent

The angel who shows man

That imperfection

Is a source of humor, joy, faith

That though we cannot erase

What has happened to us, what will

We can ride the wave, not let it faze us, until

It passes...the water calms and then

We can laugh long and beautiful 

Prepare

To do it all

 Again