The sun got ready to call it a day.
The colours of the sky changed, slowly.
Simultaneously, I witnessed the mode, tone and pace of my life morph.
I watched intently; I didn’t stop the transformation.
For once a truth is accepted or made visible ,
I couldn’t refute its reality.
I couldn’t return to blissful oblivion.
That clearly wasn’t me.
The sun gone. Darkness had set in; the stars came out.
I was left to deal with my truths.
I can’t live in denial,
Or pretend I’m not made of imperfections.
But perfection is a myth. I wont endorse.
Options lie in front of me. My instincts I trust.
It isn’t the problem or even a problem.
This learn I must.
It is being comfortable with my being;
The motions, the sounds, the sights it needs.
For I didn’t see till then,
I was questioning to problematise me.
But that wouldn’t do.
I needed to accept, embrace and be.
I see, now.
The process is slow and difficult.
I need to retreat to the depths of me to simply listen and heed.