being willing

At the end of the day I sit quietly. My shoes on the floor, my feet on table, my hands in my hair. I listen to the breath inside me, one thing I can know completely as my own. I look. Look deeply at all the places. The moments that are hard to look at, the places I prefer not to see. I am looking now, I have grown tired of not. I have grown tired of being the same. The recreations. My eyes hurt from looking where I wasn't looking, from trying not to see what I was seeing. I ask. Asking myself the questions that prompt the answers that recognize deep within- the roots of me. On the journey of self discovery we don't always like what we find. If I am willing to notice, to really be with it, to be with me, maybe those answers and those things I see can provoke a change. At the end of the day I breathe with the silence, I am with me and I let it be.

Look. Ask. Look again.