Find The Fire

Find the Fire

“You’re lazy”

“You look like a horse”

“You’re so noisy”

Small arrows in the arsenal of the bully

The judging teacher

Or the harsh parent

They are arrows that get under your skin

They fester

You believe their message

You actually become those words

Because who else are you?

You’ve forgotten

And you’ve forgotten you can be whoever you want to be

You’ve really don’t remember that

Maybe you just didn’t even know it at all

Well you can find your fire

You might have to throw who you thought you were

Out of the window

What you thought was “you”

You might have quite enjoyed actually

But do they still support you now?

Have you got where you need to go?

Do you know where that is?

I hope you find your fire

Sooner rather than later

But anytime will serve you well

Look inside

It’s not out there!

So long as you know

You don’t have to be who they said you were

Unless it matches your highest good

(Not all arrows are cruel, take what suits and pull out the rest)

It’s something I didn’t know

I thought I had to be “ME” throughout my life

Not realising that “me” wasn’t cast in stone

It’s a strange thing to realise late in life

But now I have

I’ve found my fire

Just so you know….