Growth Period: Caught in the Middle

Most times, we peer out on life,

Anticipating the peacefulness of the morning and night.

Praying for the moment of the open and end of the day

to take place in the confinements of Home.

In doing so, we constantly think back to when things were

Easy.

As if

We didn't just take so much time to grow

Throughout each day.

Do you enjoy being in small spaces?

Do you enjoy the sameness?

Empty and alone.

We carry the burden of hopefulness

Throughout each day.

Hoping, Praying, Wishing

Home was where we could wash the last one away.

Is independence really what we want?

Home used to be

Where I got to be free.

Where I got to eat a meal pre-made

Just for me.

Yet now,

I sit alone, cold

Wishing I could go back

To when decisions were made for me.

Each day builds.

One atop another, along with the heartache

Of living without my Mother.

But we must understand

that it will all be okay.

Because once some time ago,

our families felt the same way.

Knowing they got through this, helps me also know,

That I must take things slow

To learn and grow.

And from there on,

You will see,

True peace is in the appreciation

of every moment in life.

Take a breath and peer about

as the brisk air fills your lungs.

Let your heart be filled with love.

For you are the one person that got to experience your highs and lows.

Bad moments don't make or break you.

You create who you are.

By doing what you love and doing what's best,

and doing it again after a good night's rest.

Because while it can be frustrating not to feel like you belong,

you don't have to hold your head high and pretend to be strong.

Once you get home tonight,

let your 4 walls know

how the day made you feel,

and then think about what you now know.

Each day presents us with a new opportunity to learn

what we like or not,

how we feel, our hearts will say.

You know the cliche,

"Home is where the heart is," explains

You become more you in the middle of each day.

Cherishing those moments pushes us towards self-love.

For who are we, if not makers of the now?