Beneath my Skin

Beneath my skin a universe blooms, reflecting in the pavement of my life like side walk chalk. I prayed for something last night. I prayed looking in my heart for God and not towards the sky. The difference it made was huge. My heart felt like a warm bright orange soft yolk of an egg. Melting. When I am hungry, prayers like these feed me, when I am thirsty, I feel fine. It’s as if my heart drips into my blood stream and comforts every inch of me beneath my skin. As if God is the greatest IV you could have. Life is hard, I’ve learned that. What I have also learned is you don’t need things to be easy to be okay. You don’t need money, friends, family, a boyfriend, nice things, a perfect situation to live and do the things you want to do. If you want to sing? Nothing is stopping you, you could belt out and it wouldn’t cost a thing. Same thing for dancing. I think dancing is the highest form of humanity, and singing is the showing of the soul. Both don’t cost a thing. Writing, as long as you can get your hands on a pen and paper is free. You don’t need anything to motivate your actions. You don’t need anything but you to get you out of bed in the morning. I used to think I was lazy, this is not true. I just never knew how much freedom I had and how many things there are that I can do. I think depression is like a cloak that blinds you from all your possibilities. Because if we knew every little thing we could do, we would be so energized and happy to go, we’d never lay on the couch watching tv again. That is a pretty big statement, I know, so I’m going to go and live my day. Enjoy yours! Do something you’ve never done before.

One thought on “Beneath my Skin

  1. It’s all about perspective, isn’t it? When you think you are having the worst day ever, there is always someone doing it harder. I am just thankful I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food in my belly, There are so many people who can’t say that. Thanks for encouraging me to take stock, Mel

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