cover letter

I used to struggle writing cover letters and personal statements. I still do.

That white screen with a ticking “I” would count the hours passing by as my mind remained equally as blank.

To an outside perspective then and now are one. And yet the change is vast.

That mind of yesterday didn’t know who they wanted me to be. I didn’t know who to create with ink for them to see.

I was the person who would bend to your will. A master of adaptation born from trauma’s kill.

I could be anything you wanted me to be. My soul had already been silenced you see.

Being safe meant my meeting your every need. If I knew what you wanted I would type with Godspeed.

So easy to learn and quickly react. Just tell me what you need and I will adapt.

I remember that fearful person I had been. As once again I sit before the same blank screen

Yet now I sit in the grace of love. A gift from earning my wings from above.

I unshackled the chains of insecurity’s prison. I crossed the universe and soared through heaven.

I have travelled through hell and kept my heart. I have helped many others to turn and depart.

And so I don’t know what I should type. For who I am is now flowing with all of God’s might.

Who I am cannot fit on this page. Who I am is not of this age.

Who I am is impossible to define. And how can I call this magic, mine?

Who I am is a gift from our source. All I did was align my course.

Sure I worked hard to stay on this path. But that was only logical once I did the math.

This life has rules you can choose to follow. If you don’t you fall into sorrow.

So it wasn’t really or exactly a choice. I just did what made sense and listened to that voice.

The one that whispers from our hearts. The one that comes from our spiritual part.

Is it God or is it me? All I know is that as I tuned my frequency

I gained access to a station full of loving support. Of kindness, wisdom and words of hope.

A world away from my foundations. Those awful, vicious, fear based stations.

I am a person of strength and of virtue. A person who you can trust will always help you.

A person who can help you to heal. A person who loves you more than you allow yourself to feel.

A person who knows the medicine you need. A person who can see beyond behaviour like greed.

A person who feels beneath your facade. A person who can reflect the heart you once had.

A person who can encourage and inspire. If only your ego won’t call me a liar.

You have in me eternal love. Channelled directly from source above.

But who you see is up to you. You cannot look any deeper than a reflection of you.

So how can I try to say this on paper? Without sounding insane, or attracting haters.

No. I stare once again at this ticking “I”. Deeply in thought as the hours pass me by.

I sit staring again at this blank screen. And I send love and compassion to the past versions of me I’ve been.

I don’t know why I’m trying to define myself with ink. Let people meet me and decide what they think.

They will see who they want to perceive. Perhaps some of them will even grieve.

As they realise once they look into my eyes, I am no longer the child ready to don any disguise.

Now I stand in my truest self. I cannot be bent to your will or put on your shelf.

No longer a trophy for some male ego. I am a powerful force (who you would want on your team though 😉).