I SOMETIMES SCREAM AND YELL AT LIFE!
Like I could shift its direction by my inflection.
But deep down inside I know,
That all of life’s bluster,
Is my muster.
I sometimes scream and yell at life,
Knowing somewhere eternally inside me,
I am screaming and yelling at what,
I am creating; a wounded fantasy,
Needing healed wisdom, not calamity.
I sometimes scream and yell at myself,
For choosing the densest frequency within the universal plan,
Forgetting this is the only way to achieve a permanent gain.
I sometimes scream and yell at life,
As though my resistance can change it,
But what I resist persists.
I sometimes scream and yell at life,
Like it was a lover who would not do my bidding,
Forgetting I am the creator of my imbalanced living.
I sometimes scream and yell at life,
By focusing on what is not,
Rather than what is.
I sometimes scream and yell at life,
As though my volume and frequency,
Would release my life from itself,
But then I realize I AM that life, myself.
Like an exhausted child, thinking of only me not the we,
When all the screaming and yelling is done,
I wake up and the adult me realizes I was asleep when awake,
And know when I am asleep, I am truly awake,
Surrendering to myself, loving myself better,
Accepting,
My self- created soul plan fate.