The View From Here

perspective

Every once in a while, I catch a glimpse of how my life appears as a whole.

Like I am looking at Earth from the atmosphere.

The stunning beauty from a distance.

I feel at peace inside when I view my story from up here.

It’s a beautiful tragedy, this life of which I write.

Each chapter holding its own pain as the tale unfolds.

The curves, twists, and cliffs appear like a highway.

After screaming as I fall from the cliff,

I catch my breath as I read a chapter of redemption.

Open wounds remain.

Battle scars are permanent.

But I have survived a lifetime of injury.

I hold a delicate and magnificent story.

I am proud of my journey.

When I come down from that place in the atmosphere,

Where my life looks so beautiful.

The closer I get to myself,

The more I can feel my own body,

The uglier the world becomes.

I no longer see the big picture,

The memoir of my journey.

The reality is that I am trapped inside of my own head.

Every moment hurts.

Every day is like climbing the steepest hill.

Each task comes with the most treacherous soil.

I have no choice but to wade through the mud.

Breathless, I make it home just in time to wake up and start all over again.

Time goes by so slowly.

It’s agonizing.

The small stuff.

They say don’t sweat it.

But it’s a downward spiral.

I just want to get to the end of the story.

I can’t wait to take my last breath.

So I can finally exhale as I read my life.