In your very hand
Is found the power to open or to close.
And every moment is a crossroads
Which offers both an opening and a closing.
It never ceases to amaze me
How many miles we are willing to walk in someone else’s shoes.
They do not fit us well.
They leave bruises and blisters on our feet
With them, we cannot greet the world as ourselves.
But I am glad I was not told these things upon my birth.
For I could not know the sweetness
Of greeting the world as myself
If I had not first known the pain
Of greeting the world
As someone that I wasn’t
In my very hand
Is found the crossroads.
Within all beauty
Are the seeds of pain.
And within all pain
Are the seeds of beauty.
And it is my choice, which of these seeds to plant.