This is a poem about feeling small but knowing that you have the potential to be much bigger, much more expansive than you have ever allowed yourself to be. This is a poem about garnering the courage to live close to your vulnerability. And making life new. It’s a poem about being yourself in all your glory, really.
“You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover is yourself.” — Alan Alda
When who I thought I was supposed to be, begins to fade away, I have choices. I can remorse for what has been lost or has not ever been, or I can rejoice in a possibility that wasn’t before in my line of sight. Usually, it’s a mixture of the two.
As human beings, we tend to be mixtures of many things.
No doubt, the struggles, and especially the tragedies we’re destined to face play a heavy hand in molding our patterns. So do the joyous occasions. Wretched and divine: we get both in this lifetime, and usually never one without the other.
The message being conveyed in this poem is that the challenging circumstances don’t have to decide who you are. You get to decide with full power when you recognize, whether gradually or in a sudden burst of enlightenment, that you have that power to be whatever you decide to be.
I’m still learning to say “thank you” to those experiences that have brought me to my knees; they shattered my masks and tore down my protective walls. I’m still learning that if I’m the one who dismantles the wall myself, who throws the mask away of my own accord, then I grow stronger when the storm hits.
We are renewed when we remember the kind of treasure we carry, no matter how many times we fall: the gift of choosing ourselves, redefining ourselves, and showing up wholly in our own glory.
A Poem about Being Yourself, Come What May
Renewal, because I remember
I am learning to say
Thank you, even to those
I am learning to release this
Need to stay small and guarded
In my own tiny fortress.
I am going to find out how loudly
I can sing the songs that are trapped
Inside of me.
There are gifts I need to discover.
I am learning that when
It’s beautiful inside, it’s
Beautiful outside too.
There is stuff stored inside,
Deep inside of me,
That’s no longer mine to hold.
I will be bold enough to see it,
Let my own masks fall to the floor.
I can make this world
Inside of me
A world worth loving for.
I am going to find out that
There’s so much more beauty inside
Than I have ever given myself credit for.
I am trying to say
Thank you, to those things that
Make me feel small.
They’ve awoken me to this place of
Newfound strength, after all.
I am finding my strength.
I’m not building walls anymore.
I let the rivers run through me so
I don’t crumble trying to resist
The struggle is not mine to keep today,
Not mine to wait for tomorrow.
If I can learn to let go of
What goes on inside of others,
I can begin the transformation of
Growing what’s beautiful
Inside of me.
I’ll stop standing in my own way now.
I’ll start working with every side—
Wretched and divine.
My resistance has only been blocking
My ability to fully be
Who I came here to be.
The world outside of me cannot
Hit my wounds,
Cannot tear down my walls,
And bring me down too.
I’m already dismantling my false protections;
One rock at a time,
I redefine who I came here to be,
What I came here to see.
I am open and the rivers rush through me.
The winds blow fiercely not because
They wish to uproot my life, but because
Their power serves mines.
My roots grow deeper and
My wings stretch out.
There is nothing that can make me doubt
All that I am here to be.
I am learning to say
Thank you for everything:
Thank you for this lesson in sight;
Thank you for showing me my own might.
Oh, thank you for telling me that
Nothing can’t be done.
I am thankful, now, for
Knowing I am the one
I have been waiting for my whole life.
Please, let me know:
What’s your favorite verse from this poem about being yourself? What did it mean to you?
Share your thoughts on growing through the difficult times, how you’ve made it through a tough time and made life new, and any stories with me in the comments.
If you have a friend who either loves poetry or is in the perfect place for transformation, send this to them.
You are the one you’ve been waiting for.