My Own Truth

I remembered today
That I had a purpose
A mission
A reason to go on
It started as a fluttering within my heart
Spread to my extremities
In an alacritous manner
Full of determination not to lose ground
Fill the empty spaces
Take the hills
Win the battles as well as the war
The warmth comforted me
For in the remembering
I realised my lack of faith
Was due to being engulfed
In others business not my own
In fighting their wars
Their battles
Their fears
Rather than supporting
Just being there
Holding hands
Now that has changed
Support is better
For their strength has grown
Their need for me comes and goes
And being free to fly on the winds of adversity
I move forward
Rather than being tossed and turned on the sea of emotions
It took so long
Why did I fight?
But now I am here and look back
I see it was all for the best
For I would not be me
With depth
Strength and wisdom
Merely and repeater of others words
Rather than the speaker of my own truth