My Power Story
My Power Story
As a child, I only saw
the power of three,
my Mom,
my Dad
and me.
We were a solid three.
When my brother Jon was born
I adopted the power of four.
Because he I adored,
I learned to make room for four.
When I was eight,
I learned to value
the power of two,
me and my best friend Sue.
Without her by my side, there was
nothing I could do!
Then my horizons began
to broaden and I learned
the power of five, six, seven
Eight and ten…
My numbers of friends
kept increasing.
My world was
constantly multiplying
and dividing, as soon as
puberty bloomed in me.
But when chirping blue birds
and naked cherubs started
spinning around my head,
when the love struck and
set in at age nineteen,
I seemed to go backwards,
back to the power of two.
Those were the glory days
when we could sit and
gaze into each other’s eyes
for days. We’d walk through
the park and the zoo
holding hands and saying
I love you.
Clueless was I, that the
misuse of this mystical power
of two, could leave
me battered and bruised,
and emotionally
used and abused.
Once my stone tower of two
came tumbling down,
the power of two didn’t seem as
fresh as spring dew anymore,
as before when I thought our love
was strong enough to last forever!
For years the soured
power of two made me
want to run endlessly,
to distant corners
of the earth just to escape
the painful memories
of ever being a part of this
dreadful duo.
Now I am starting
to enjoy the warm rays of sun
and the dynamic fun
that I’ve found in
the best power
of them all,
the power of one!
Just me,
by myself in the
day to day grind,
learning to stand strong as one,
to love and to nurture myself,
enjoying my life
without any strife.
There’s a lot to be said
about the power of one.
Learning to find joy and peace,
just being me for a while.
One day I’ll probably
be ready to move on to
whatever power is next for me,
when loneliness
starts to sour this
single power.
But for now,
I’ll enjoy the
power of one,
to the tenth
degree,
just being me!
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