I died 5 years ago the moment I let doubt overshadow hope when I stopped believing that which I am was ‘enough’ and started accepting “I need do more”. I stopped breathing. When I started listening to my ego and stopped following my heart it slowed at first, then it stopped beating. Consumed by keeping up with the Jones’s (whoever they are) I stopped dreaming. There is food on the table but my soul stopped feeding years ago. The shame is no one misses me. No one misses what I did not do because it was not expected to be done. No one knew that I was the one the one who conjures the miracles Unseen miracles are not missed. I miss me. As of today I stop doing what is expected of me. Today I return to the place I died, to the place I remain unmoving. I have found the courage to breathe life into me. We need, Hell, I need me to bring back the miracles. I need me to once again close my eyes and see that doing things is not living life. I died 5 years ago. Today I resurrect me.
