Proactive Shrouds of Glass

The things that go on in your life that you tend to see after years of not knowing its there. Changing big moments in our lives helps give us the best opportunity for growth. Moments of transition from working at a different place to moving out of your family home, change. We are engulfed in a position where we are put to the test. Relying on others to help get us by or having family and friends provide us ease of access to our successes. We can appreciate and accept the help when they come but it is up to us to push that button of self-reliance. Our growth and independence pride us in making sure we are able to get things done for ourselves first while achieving the help and assistance second. 

The concept applies to our own mental health. Being aided by others will help us to understand our own truths and experiences. Ultimately, we have to check in with ourselves to move in a direction where we can cultivate our own path. Pleasure and success come with the pain and stressors that build into the end result. The amount is various to the paramount that is who we become as individuals. We will grow and prosper with strength. Let's aim to become our best selves and enjoy the life that is our self-independence. 

Fear excluded, the pain is not intrusive, feelings of separation where you don’t seem devoted. Breathe new life into what becomes so empty, a shell of a mind that’s bloody and heavy. Don’t regret the past for it’s what got you here, hollow and clear is what became this angel of Positive cheer. Faceless shrouds that form a new, not because of grateful things but of the things that no longer bleed. Moments of pleasure are lost to boredom, existing within possibility, is shamed within the currency.

Lasting happiness, in things not so pure. Giving to receive time for love is ignored. The family that’s aware but ignore the truth, that you became nothing to them, and soon mom will too. Supportive now with a backhanded sense of goodbye, mad and sad that I went to live my life. Constant judgment of myself and me, a circle of pain seems to be my new reality. Faceless shrouds that fall into the mist, a struggling artist that just wants it quick. The power balance between mind and heart fades to black as chaos becomes art.

The makings of a future aren’t the prospects but goals that are set forth. The non-anticipation of fallout and sadness that comes from the shadows of transition. Positive energies that are supposed to fuel the vibes become a null void of a soulless shell. The strength and growth surrounding you with no bleed or sense of influence. A dark cloud engulfs in sorrow and poise, with no sense of purpose or drive, the fire dims as the mind drifts into the clouds of doubt draining yourself from reasoning.

The glass door leads to a place, unlike the physical plane. Two-sided glass with a reflective surface, unknown to see the other side. The higher you climb, the harder it’s going to feel when you fall. No sense of home and feelings of uncertainty form in clouds of questions. Clouds of content filter the mind, purpose, and strength are lost in the climb. Calm and poise a flamingo can be, killed by kindness, it can no longer be. Done from being sheltered with a sense of control, a clouded glass door that left you all wrong. A step towards self peace with moments of happiness, it all seems right but you somehow feel empty inside.