I Bleed Words Sometimes

Stranger To My Skin

There's a lonely place inside ourselves.

There’s a lonely place inside ourselves.

Sometimes you got to be a man you are not. Sometimes you’ve just got to take the road you’ve never imagined you would tread.

Sometimes you’ve got to befriend strangers… abandoning friends and family. Sometimes you’ve got to be a stranger to yourself. It’s the only way; only way you can find who you really are.

But no one can promise you it will come to be. And you could travel far and wide and yet never find your place. Never belong and be lost for what seems like eternity.

But you’ll never know what’s attainable if you never try. If you never leave. If you sit at the corner and wait for happiness or even satisfaction to hit you like a wave. It may never happen.

Isn’t that a scary thought? That you’ll go all your life not knowing what you truly are capable of? It scares me to no end.

And some day I’m going to have to pick the pieces up and run, run like it’s the only right thing to do, run like my life depended on it. Run like death was the beast chasing me to a dead end of a dark alley.

It’s the only way, my friend, it’s the only way to know who I am.

And to know what lies within I will have to abandon what I build on the outside.

Knowing well that it took years of love, care, sweat and blood to create. Knowing well that once destroyed, it could take years to rebuild. That if I lose, and am forced to mold whatever is left of me I could lose the will and walk away from the debris my life has become. That I may not have the strength or the power of will to start from scratch. Lethargy could be my enemy. But these are all the ‘buts’ I’m ready to overlook. Because the ‘What could be’ is enticing. Like the tempting devil in the desert of life.

I will have to make my own journey now. Carve out a new path. And meet people I’ve never known. Go to a land the language of which I do not speak. Under a sky that isn’t mine. I will have to leave. And the Now could be Tomorrow, Next week, A month later or Years from today.

What counts, is that my soul is ready to make the voyage.

Maria Aparicio Puentes.

I’ll know in my heart when it is time to sail.

Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn.

7 responses

  1. Its a wavelength you captured.

    August 8, 2013 at 3:11 pm

  2. Michelle, your life will always blossom more and like the seasons you will drop off some parts of you that are not too fruitful to the whole of you! Each day at its end I always look at myself the good and bad from that day and pray I will grow and be much better in the day to come…it is always a very humbling experience! Here’s a poem I wrote on just that trying to always improve one’s self.


    With the coming of the setting sun,
    when it seems that my day is done.
    There is always a continuation of time,
    where I weigh my days final outcome.

    It’s a time to reflect on the days events,
    on all the things that made it so complete.
    For only in reviewing my many steps,
    might I find peace in a tranquil sleep.

    I view the kaleidoscope of images,
    both good and bad, also in-between,
    For only then might I grow the wiser,
    so a much better life I may achieve.

    And after critiquing this day’s events,
    I kneel down by my bed and fervently pray,
    That God above might help me to correct,
    my many mistakes that were made today.

    Wendell A. Brown.

    P.S. I enjoy what I feel alive in your words from your heart and spirit …you are a very good! Blessings!

    August 17, 2013 at 2:52 am

    • Appreciate you taking the time to stop by!

      thanks for sharing your inspiring work. 🙂 Godbless ya!

      August 19, 2013 at 3:11 pm

  3. Great words and a fine choice of images: that first one is stunning and has me thinking; thanks for that.

    August 26, 2013 at 1:25 pm

    • 🙂 Thanks for dropping by! 🙂

      August 26, 2013 at 6:21 pm

  4. Amazing narration! Captures attention greatly.

    September 24, 2013 at 2:44 pm

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