It began with a strong push of the wind
that carried me away from my mother.
And after I passed through the cold air,
rain pounded and pushed me down.
Life came along and walked all over me.
Each moment stepping upon my grain,
I sometimes still cringe from its blinding force.
Then I lied in quiet darkness, buried alive.
My senses were cut off from a world I knew.
I heard nothing. Saw nothing. Smelled nothing.
I felt. Nothing. But the vibrations above.
My empty insides screamed for release,
As thoughts died in the wailing depths
Of, I am alone, isolated, unloved.
I thought it was the absolute end of me.
Then, out of nowhere, my shell started to crack.
My center began to flood with the energy
to expand and break through all these boundaries.
Spreading wide in every direction, I became
wild and fearless, supple and strong.
I grew boldly, in ways I have never thought possible.
Maybe all of this happened for a reason,
Maybe I just needed to be driven to a quiet place to grow from.
~ jeffrey vionito