It was a year ago that I sat down at my laptop, having never blogged before, and began my first post, “When The Mountain Doesn’t Move.”
I was in a dark and desperate place and was searching for something to channel all of the thoughts that were whirling around inside my head. I was trying to understand the betrayal and loss that I was experiencing.
I wanted to connect with others who could relate to me and to hear back from people who had come out on the other side of this nightmare. I wanted to begin, in some small way, to find some shred of positivity amongst the nightmare I had found myself in.
A year on and I’m still here! Still on my journey through the valley and still writing. It is a very difficult journey but along the way I have come to find myself again.
I cannot thank my wonderful readers enough for the amazing support I have received from you all. Thank you so much for continuing to read about my journey and for the kind words of encouragement that you take the time to give me.
I thank God for this blog, for the wonderful outlet that it has become, the sense of purpose that it gives me and for the amazing people it has brought me into contact with throughout this year.
Some of my readers have kindly been in touch to encourage me to write and post some poetry as another helpful outlet. I thought at this point, a year into the blog, I would share with you a poem I have written which I hope speaks to others who have experienced similar journeys.
Born to Soar
I once stood in a golden cage
It felt safe and warm, it felt like love
Unknowingly shaped to feel I would fail
That I wouldn’t know how to fly
I secured myself upon your flight
I allowed my wings to weaken
Each day my feathers shed
Until I became unrecognisable
I thought I was being nourished
I believed that I was in control
So subtle was your way
I didn’t feel freedom leave me
But you saw another creature
You fled for her plume and call
You left my cage unguarded
Cutting short your eternal promise
I bolted from that abandoned place
My wings found strength to take flight
I felt freedom pierce my lungs
It tasted of fear, it tasted beautiful
I turned my face towards the sun
Up there above it all, you look so small
Above the tears and broken dreams
It’s just me and it’s the air
And it confirms what I suspected all along
That I was born to soar