There Will Come A Time

Sometimes it's nice to hear

that you're a child of the Earth,

born of stardust and chaos;

that you are a summer's breeze

and a winter's wind;

that you are all the flowers that have wilted and died

and every beautiful thing that has ever lived.

Revel in these words. Soak them up like you do every precious ray of sunshine in the desolate winter months.

But every once in awhile,

you need a wake up call.

You need to be reminded that while you are all of these things,

most importantly,

you are you.

You are every memory that you have ever created.

Every time you made your mother smile,

or cry;

Every time you've sung too loudly in the shower,

or danced in your room with no one around to see,

You are the only thing you ever truly have.

You will not tear yourself open to find swirling cosmos,

and that beautiful pair of lips that you've been eyeing from across the room

will not crawl into your gaping chest to explore the Final Frontier.

You are you and you are all that you will ever truly have.

There will come a time when you will need to hear

that you are not comets and clouds and dreams thrown down a wishing well.

You will need your sense of self.

And you will need to remember that you do not have to give yourself up

to a universe that refuses to acknowledge your existence.