What if we're less authentic than we think?
What if each time we walk out onto the stage of life
We're unaware as to when denial causes us to adopt a role vs
When we're actually true to oneself as a whole?
What if we're unaware of taking our cues from
A director, whom we've yet to meet, face to face?
What if that director goes by the name of
Subconscious Fear?
Once I was made aware of how often
My conscious mind unwittingly followed this stranger's lead
Common sense suggested my getting to know
This stealthy portion of my brain, which
Usurps control over many of my decisions at every stage of life
So, here's the deal:
You can let this stranger control you or
You, too, can work at removing your mask in hopes of
Acknowledging human vulnerabilities to which
Denial keeps you blind and
Upon openly accepting both sides of yourself
You'll feel whole as never before—
As always—the choice between
Remaining in denial vs embracing a natural sense of wholeness is up to you …
2014
If you think to know everything there is to know about yourself
You have alot to learn about yourself
If you think to know everything there is to know about youreself
You have alot to learn about the complex workings of your brain.
You may be estranged from your true self more often than you'd think
*If you think to know everything there is to know about yourself
You may have another think coming before you can be true to your self as a whole
If upon looking in, you begin to spy vulnerabilities that you've denied as your own
That's when you're half way home
We tend to wear blinders, which block us from seeing traits that we'd rather not own
As for me, clarity suggests that though intuition has coaxed me to look in for years
I'm always growing aware of where I need to experience personal growth, next
And no matter how often insight into mental complexity clarifies for me
Here's the plain and simple truth:
Each time I see my way clear to unloading another piece of baggage
A greater sense of inner peace is mine
So in hopes of growing ever more true to my existential self …
I continue to clean out the closet of my mind …
Why? Because no one else can do this homework for me—but me
Sigh …
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