
These eyes of mine
I see but am Blind
These ears of mine
I hear but am Deaf
This mouth of mine
I speak but too Little
This heart of mine
I feel but it’s Guarded
What can I say? Other than knowing that this was an Old part of me?
The past has taught me so many things
Be present, aware, and humble
Knowing the challenges ahead, I pressed on.
And on.
And on…
Little did I know.. It snuck up on me again
Guarded and challenging, yet…
I’ve done it before, so.. What is the
Difference now?
“Growth.”
I hear.
I see.
I speak.
Now… what of me? What of this Old Self?
It’s time. It’s time to freely feel.
With knowledge earned and gained,
Through trials and failures, only to win Myself
I hear. I see. I speak. And now…
I feel.
“My child, I have always wondered when you’d come about.
I’ve waited patiently and
Sometimes without patience. Only to be reminded again, of patience.”
“Who are you?” I ask, knowing full well who this Being is.
“The Mother
The Father
The Guardian
All within you.”
About the Creator
Malia Dagdag
Hi! My name is Malia. I love writing poetry about growth, spiritual growth and calming scenes of nature Herself. I hope you enjoy! :)
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