I Am (Experiencing Life)

I feel small.
The kind of small that sinks in your chest, your heart center. Deflated. Dejected. Deserted.
I feel bullied.
Settling into the isolating aftermath of standing up for right, for truth, for equality, for the underdog.
I feel invisible.
Like the feather drifting, seesawing, back and forth, fearing the truth when I hit the ground.
I feel lonely.
As lonely as the girl who feels for a moment in time, she is special.
Truly, madly, uniquely special.
Until she realizes, she is merely as special as the next person.
And the person next to them.
And the person next to them.
Until she finally realizes,
She is just like the rest of the cliché.
She has become the cliché.

Mundane,
Lifeless,
Empty,
Feelings.

But I know, as the mud in the mind begins to settle,
They are just that – feelings.

Illusions, stories, pictures, untruths, feelings.

I feel small. But I am not small.
I feel bullied. But I have not been bullied.
I feel invisible. But I am not invisible.
I feel lonely. But I am not alone.

Mundane,
Lifeless,
Empty,
Feelings.
All part of the experience.

“I am experiencing life”.

And I know, with each breath I take in this realm of grey tones, I will find even more gratitude when I see the hues of sunrise. I know there is nothing wrong with me;
I am merely expressing into written words the experience of life.

I am experiencing life.

And with life – and all that exists –
Nothing is permanent.
This too, shall pass.
This experience, too, shall pass.

I am whole.
I am infinite.
I am peace.
I am joy.

I am the student.
I am the teacher.
I am the observer,
I am all of it, and nothing at all.

I am experiencing life.

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  1. On Sat, Jan 20, 2018 at 5:55 PM daveyhproductions wrote:

    > kpresslee posted: “I feel small. The kind of small that sinks in your > chest, your heart center. Deflated. Dejected. Deserted. I feel bullied. > Settling into the isolating aftermath of standing up for right, for truth, > for the underdog. I feel invisible. Like the feather drif” >

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