This week a dear friend of mine told me it was time for her ‘to dream big’. Her words reminded me this is the life journey we all share, as reflected in a poem I wrote some years back.
In the Arms of Time
I am a Time Traveller
quietly slipping from hour to hour,
experience to experience, time to time.
It is the time for me
to become my own hero
to be both the white knight and the damsel in distress
to slay my demons, and
to expose my soft pink underbelly to the sword of truth.
It is the time for me to claim my truth.
I was Atlas hoisting the world atop my shoulders
‘til the weight of rescue toppled my knees.
I was Hitler annihilating millions for the pride of power
‘til power decimated me.
I was Jesus wearing all of sin’s thorns
‘til martyrdom drained the blood of life from me.
I was Cleopatra enslaving the masses, hoarding Earth’s bounty
‘til greed’s venom poisoned me.
In this time,
I sloughed off the weighty skins of sadness and fear
to expose the tender pinkness of joy.
Pink, like the skin of a newborn.
It is the time for me to birth my beauty.