From the place I was, to the place I am, and to the place I want to be

                    

      We’re all walking on tight ropes from the moment we enter the world- We struggle to learn the basics as we discover life. Sometimes, our journeys in life can be deadly from the very beginning.

I gasp for breath as I struggle to learn to breathe, tiny and as fragile as glass, doctors declaring my case impossible.

 Born early, at twenty three weeks

I fought, such a tiny thing, with IVs in my head, screaming as yet another needle pierced my skin.

With every journey, we have support; we have those loved ones cheering us on with every mistake and victory.

Doctors told my mother that I was dying, six times, until she’d had enough.

She has a fire in her, a fire I’ve inherited. We know this as survival.

As we walk carefully about this tight rope, we wobble, praying for balance.

 Some maintain it, other fall.

Like Atlas, who held up the sky, I held something of equal weight- I held myself. Like a lost child, I learned by curiosity; gaining chips and pieces in life, not fully understanding what was wrong with me. As I walked across this tight rope, I kept falling

Bam!

I kept getting back up, despite the aching feeling in the pit of my stomach at such a young age. Isn’t that wrong?

We break out of our cocoons like butterflies. We’re now beginning to learn how to fly. As I fly, I’ve learned what makes me different- I fought life and death from the moment I entered the world. And now, I struggle to find my place. 

But …Maybe, just maybe, there’s a purpose

A purpose we all wish, want, and long to obtain.

Perhaps all we need is one push, one shout of encouragement to reach that goal, or we need to be tossed across the sky and over a field of hope to realize how special we truly are.

Now, we’re flying.

 Gracefully through the skies as we reach our intended goals or we’re walking across our tight ropes with a little more ease.

Now, we’re reaching.

We’re reaching for the impossible, the want to belong, the want to be viewed in a different light, and to be realized for what we’re worth. Or maybe we need to just keep falling until we’ve hit reality.

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