Six months later

A reflection of what I consider to be one of the most transformative 6 months of my life.

6 months ago I thought my life was over.
All of a sudden everything I thought would be
Ceased to exist.
I clung on to hope, expectation, belief
That things would come full circle,
Returning what I felt was stolen from my grasp.
The Universe is a thief
How can I blindly believe this false entity?

Yet life moved on and so did I
Slowly, ungratefully and self depricating.
I threw myself into activities - physical, mental and spiritual.
Like a lost lamb trying to find her way home
I resisted, I fought, I cried, I laughed
So intent on finding the achievable end.

But there is no end, only journeys
And along my neverending path I grew.
Grew in strength, grew in conviction
I quietened the external voices telling me
'You can't do this,' and began to listen
To the voice that said 'You can'.
I heard the gentle nudges of 'Yes...
Keep going'.

I faced my personal hell,
Emotional fatigue and distress.
I cried endless tears till I was numb,
I stopped being the false versions,
I lost the anchors that had grounded me,
I surpassed their limiting beliefs,
I found freedom.

Free to just be.
I found my voice 
In song, poems, movement.
Each one sacred in its own way,
Each a part of my being,
And in that instant I have become
Everything I wanted to be
Physically, spiritually and mentally.

6 months later I realised
The full circle I was hoping for
Has come back around.
But with it brought a new cycle
New experiences, new meanings
New ways of living
The Universe brings us what we need
And like that - a thief I no longer believe.