Transitioning

I am transitioning from young adult to adult, from daughter to friend, from dependent to independent. I find that this is all very difficult to process. Though I may seem mature, I am actually very childish at heart. My tender whims are being denied and this I find harsh, though this is life. I dream of being great, writing, teaching, and loving. But for some reason I have hit a wall. Now, I want growth to meet me wholeheartedly, now I want to turn the tides outward and into the blue of sky, and now that I stare into the blank of white screen, I wonder why I have taken for granted what I was given:  a truly loyal family, unwavering friends, a sponge like mind, and words that shed from me like skin from a snack. For the longest time the only path I found feasible has denied me its access, and now I am begin to realize that its not the path that matters as much as the journey itself.
 


"Take a step back" "Look at the wall in front of you" "Knock it down" "Hell use your fist if you have to"  

I was once so sure that my life would be designed as I see it, and now that I am beginning to realize that my vision is blurred by my own self-doubt and my own self-loathing, I want nothing more than to stare at the moon and be blessed by its size, be blessed by its presence, to know that I am here, I am standing, and that I too can glow. Now I believe more than ever is the time for action, and this is my creed to myself and the world: I will journey forth towards the enigma that is any life and make my presence known (not as a quivering foolish heart) as a tree, solid, strong, stoic, and sturdy, so that I can give back what was given to me. 

TO MY BELOVED SISTERS