The Bottom of Things
The Bottom of Things
by third year Ostara Maharaj
Things Said
“I’m scared of heights. Of mountain tops and winds that, if strong enough, would blow everything away”
“I’m scared of the clouds that fog my mind and bring sun-blocking storms, soaking the life out of a day”
“I’m scared of the pictures in which my skin looks too big for my bones and my cheeks to round for my smile”
“I’m scared of exes and strangers and people I’m no longer close to”
Things meant
I’m scared of falling and life being over. But here I am - breathing- two feet on the ground. How great is that?
I’m scared of ruined plans and feeling lonely, of being stuck inside, dampened and destroyed. Maybe I need the rest?
I’m scared that peoples’ eyes will decide I am unworthy of their love and attention. Is this really what matters? I’m far from unloved.
I’m scared of perceptions out of my control and reminders of what once was and what isn’t now. Is the end of one thing the end of it all? I have so much in front of me to love.
I can search and search for the meaning of life, for the meaning behind others’ words
But with candor, we must look towards the voice inside -often unheard
Truth is not something that the sky or the clouds or even the sun tells us
But rather, a flow,reaching outwards from within us.