Give Yourself Grace
You Shall Not Always Be What Once You Were
I want
I want to fly
To be graceful and strong
To soar over my mistakes
To float and not crawl.
I want to feel
The wind rushing over me
Smell the world with my whole being
move with a thought
take away your breath.
I'm tired of the mud
Tired of the muck
tired of the dregs discarded
I want to just-for-me.
I want the firsts and not the lasts.
I've heard it
That we will change
become wonderous in an instant
But when? How?
Surely this is rumor? Madness?
None have come back
to share the miracle with us.
Who can tell what is Truth?
Faith isn't hiding in the mud
Is this all there is?
Must all that I am now
give way to something unknown?
What is assured?
How can we know?
Why must it be this way?
The miracle will come.
It may take all that you are.
Like Lot's wife you mustn't look back.
Hold tight to faith.
Give Yourself Grace.
About the Creator
Judey Kalchik
It's my time to find and use my voice.
Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.
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Comments (4)
Even should the moment never come, the miracle never happen, give yourself grace!
Gorgeous, Judey <3 I want to fly, also <3
Beautiful. I needed this today. Thank you Judey
Beautiful. A delightful sentiment and I love your pictures. All humans yearn to be something more. And we are all capable of transformation. ⚡💙⚡