The fear of living an unextraordinary life
has always been a shadow in my heart.
To live without knowing all that I could become
seems an especially cruel fate.
So I searched for the very edges of joy in all things.
Seeking for something I could not name.
And instead I found myself.
Now, in a perfect blazing balance.
I see my fears in a new way.
In their construction I made myself small,
but I contained a universe all along.
My mind no longer needs to yearn for what I could be,
but can celebrate in who I am.
I am a hook to hang my weary mind when the world
seems to be too much.
I breathe and the world breathes with me.
I hold everyone and everything in my heart.
Being who I am, from my soul, is living an extraordinary life
for myself and for all.