Vanish

We start full of dreams, ideas and expectations of what life will offer and what it will give,

but little did we know what we all must sacrifice, in order to live.

Give your time to satisfying demands that are created by growing a family,

Eagerly building a home but unable to count at what cost, this you cannot see.

Say yes, to anyone in need and don’t recognize the need of your own soul,

push harder, do more, be enough, dig deeper, only creating the depths of your own hole.

Follow rules, fight to be seen, demand to be heard and yet place your worth on the alter,

Thinking you’ll please the reality that is designed to steal the light that is your cure.

Lose one piece of yourselves to build a family, one to conform to the church you love,

one to submit to the the checklist of “enough”, one to chase the American dream instead of. . .

One to be beautiful, wear the clothes, fit in, one to meet expectations of those that surround,

One to look happy while dying trapped in your pen, one to build the life that looks like you abound.

Disappearing never happens in one moment, or at a time of your choosing,

for who would decide to disappear into the mist, while your own soul is losing.

Who would say that the light we have deserves to be guarded, set free to burn bright,

Who would say that you are enough, no goal to achieve, no approval based on other’s sight?

And yet, to vanish is as easy as waking in the morning or breathing the air to survive,

It happens by giving in, meeting expectations and going through to daily grind and strive.

If you don’t fight to be different, wake to the needs of knowing, walk steady in being,

then day after day of losing a piece of yourself you will look in a mirror, not believing. . .

For in the mirror there is no depth, no new found growth, no face of your own staring back,

just a fleeting mist of once was so strong, now just a smoldering ember in the surrounding black.

To not vanish is an effort to not conform, to be enough while being told that what you have is not,

Vanishing, finding nothing left, to not know who you are, to quit becoming, to disappear is the trap most find we are caught.

To vanish is the cost of the game, to BE is the cure. Be light, be love, stop performing, live in the moment of Now, not when they applaud

Don’t fight to be seen and heard, but be seen and heard by the presence of not striving, flourish, grow, perfect and yet flawed.

To vanish, just go with the way the world pushes for production, status and success,

To live, breathe in deep each moment and fight for the parts of you that are best and rest.