Note to Self…

You may have forgotten who you are, and believe me, I understand. How could you not? From your first breath everything you thought you knew has been slowly chipped away by the fearful, insecure others because your brilliance terrifies them…and because they forgot their own brilliance.

“Don’t speak unless you are spoken to.”
“You’re just a…”
“You’re not smart enough…you’re too smart.”
“You’re not invited.”
“Wait for your turn.”
“Go to the back of the line.”
“Get with the program.”
“You can’t do…or say that.”
“You’re too young…you’re too old.”
“You’re not ………….enough.”
“You’re too much.”
“Don’t make waves.”
“Get over it.”
“If only you had…”
“It’s too late.”
“You are being selfish.”

Sound familiar? How many times did you take one of these lies to heart? How many times did you repeat them to yourself…to others? Without realizing it you allowed these words to attach themselves to you. Like daggers they have slowly chipped away at the masterpiece that you are, rendering you a heap of self-loathing. But what if you had heard the truth from the moment you took your first breath…what if…

“Tell me…”
“You are amazing.”
“You are brilliant.”
“You are always welcome.”
“Come to the front, sit next to me.”
“Tell me what you think.”
“Let’s do this!”
“It’s never too late.”
“You matter.”
“I value your…”
“You’ve got this.”
“Don’t give up or in.”
“The world needs people like you.”
“I need you…”
“I believe you…in you”
“You are perfect…”
“You are important.”

What if these were the words that filled your cup. What if you could start over, have a do-over, wipe the slate clean…would you remember then? It’s not too late…it’s never too late. Repeat after me…”You are everything and all!”

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 4 February 2018

can’t you see how crazy that is?
you were born dazzling
softly draped in mist
while everyone sleeps
chipped away by betrayal
just real life in the moment
and blue sometimes, oh so blue
winter’s days are numbered
fading to oblivescence
the matrix is real
color me daffodil…
with a whisper of diamonds

~kat

A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.