Life without Limits

This winding road...  it undulates like a village woman, carrying pots of water on her slender waist..  This winding road...Is it leading me to my destination?  The destination of my dreams?  or is it the destination of my destiny?  Or maybe the bend in the road is just a brief stop... where I can rest a while and recall past mistakes, past regrets?  Or maybe, where I can look forward into the future and contemplate how life would turn out to be? Any which way, this road leads me to unknown, uncharted places...  Places where I can leave my mark,  places where I can be at peace,  places where I can finally and truly be ME!

I am lost. Within myself Hidden behind the walls of my own making. Walls so high that I am unable to escape The walls close in sometimes Crowding and suffocating me. I used to be alive, smiling and cheerful My smile has buried its head in the chaos But now I realise that this is not the real me I'm just playing a game of peekaboo The spark is there but it flickers like a firefly Trying to escape the bottle it's trapped in.  I look in the mirror and see a glimmer Of my old self And I tell myself enough is enough No more sacrificing my happiness for others And letting others walk over me I've had it with the people pleasing And with trying to be perfect. I need my smile back,  My identity is crying to be let out Of the mire it has slid into. I am going to be kind to myself And do what my heart bids me to. I am convinced I can do better At loving myself My spirit is pushing against the grain I'm going to smile once more Yes, there will be criticism, and censur...