What of Me?

These eyes of mine

I see but am Blind

These ears of mine

I hear but am Deaf

This mouth of mine

I speak but too Little

This heart of mine

I feel but it’s Guarded

What can I say? Other than knowing that this was an Old part of me?

The past has taught me so many things

Be present, aware, and humble

Knowing the challenges ahead, I pressed on.

And on.

And on…

Little did I know.. It snuck up on me again

Guarded and challenging, yet…

I’ve done it before, so.. What is the

Difference now?

“Growth.”

I hear.

I see.

I speak.

Now… what of me? What of this Old Self?

It’s time. It’s time to freely feel.

With knowledge earned and gained,

Through trials and failures, only to win Myself

I hear. I see. I speak. And now…

I feel.

“My child, I have always wondered when you’d come about.

I’ve waited patiently and

Sometimes without patience. Only to be reminded again, of patience.”

“Who are you?” I ask, knowing full well who this Being is.

“The Mother

The Father

The Guardian

All within you.”