Cycle in the Making

So far away from myself

Have I strayed

So deep into my demise did I spiral

So far from grace did I plummet.

Dimming my light until the darkness consumed me

Damaging, Devolving, deteriorating, dying slowly from within

Clinging to others like a life raft,

dragging them down and drowning them with me.

From the depths of despair, the sea of my shame and self-loathing,

From the ashes of my self-esteem,

do I rise to the surface of my true form.

I am worth forgiving, I am deserving.

I am kind and I am loving.

I am passionate and I am capable.

I am bold and beautiful

I am brilliant

I am grateful, so very, very grateful

I am loved and I am admired.

I am magical and I am Powerful .

I, alone, am in control over me.

I am in control of my being;

My actions

My feelings

My thoughts and my words.

I. AM. IN. CONTROL.

It vibrates all around me and through me.

It tingles and tickles against my skin,

as it intimately traces my body with its tongue

Its electrifying

It is warmth

It is adrenaline

This potential, this power that surrounds and lies deep within me

I'm engulfed in it without suffocating by it

I'm in control of it; hands on the wheel this time

I'm in the driver’s seat and yet

It still holds a seductive power over me; imploring me to trust it,

to follow it's lead.

I relinquish myself to this entity;

my undoing and my becoming

Sweet, sweet release

The explosion of energy

The beginning of my metamorphosis

It bursts out from deep within me

reaching out past the stars and into the vastness of the universe.

It sings to me, caresses me. Holds me gently in its arms

The best is yet to come

The butterfly is yet to flap her wings

The phoenix is yet to take flight.

My silken cocoon will soon rip to shreds and fall down to the earth.

I. AM. POWERFUL.