Going home

When I was young I was full of light,
I held nothing back and called a spade a spade
I played and jumped and ran around, well, there
was nothing in this world I could not do, so I said.

As I grew and explored my world I kept running
into the same old fact, well, you can't do this, and
you can't do that.

Hearing this all to often I started to believe that
maybe they were right, and the more I listened
outward the more dim the light became inward.

The fear set in as I listened to them, and soon was
dark in my world within.

A robot I had become, doing things to please the
masses and following their every whim.

But! One day I strayed and felt a spark of the light
deep within, the thought accrued as I heard these
words take back your life and protect yourself
from the them, that do you harm.

The fear is gone and once more I call a spade a spade
I took back my life and let the light shine deep within
I can play and jump and run around and turn on the
good old charm.

Joy and peace fills my mind with thoughts of thankfulness
for taking my long journey to be my own, is the only way
to fill your days with love, it only takes a trip inward to a
place that you call home.

by Lynda Hartley 2005