Learn to Fly

“Staring into the wind I realized I must use my wings to fly” . . . the truth of the hard work it takes to go from simply ‘survivor’ to the world of happiness and beyond …..

This phrase sprang into my head while I was laying down on my bed trying to rest . . . we don’t ‘rest’ more anyway.  It’s just a kind of thinking.

But it wouldn’t leave me alone.  So I go “Okay”.

And I Tweeted it.

Then . . . couldn’t lay down.  Couldn’t leave it alone.  Went walking on the deck.  Smoked a cigarette and stared into the night.

This phrase wouldn’t leave me alone.  Not right now and not until write here.  If you get my meaning; my punny drifting along sort of song singing my way along… (Jeffery speaking).

I had to start taking apart the thing: looking for the hidden symbology and things; realizing as I did what that phrase brings – this thing we call love and feeling ALIVE and happy and things …

what a wonderful way to be, we thought, staring into ‘that wind’ – the winds of knowledge and intellectual base; the things that we have been told . . .  (whispering “leave it behind . . . I’m tired of feeling this pain; here’s how you do it – again and again – getting us nowhere — just the ‘pain’ again . . . go on feeling (they say) . . .”

And we go along diving deep.  Looking for this thing; this thing called happiness.

But I’m left with the ‘feeling’ they’ve given me no TOOLS for using: not real ones; not ones that are working (the therapy and things; the things the shrinks have told us: including this one (unstated but said in feeling): “We don’t want you. You’re too hard.  You can’t work.  We can’t fix you.  You’re broken … forever in time.”)

and we’re refusing to believe it … not until we’ve done the work of ’embracing’ ourselves and others in love and things…

We grew our own wings.

And wings?  Wings are made to fly!  They are to send the heart soaring.

We thought of choosing ‘arms’ but that made no sense – and now we know why.

You see, with arms you are flapping too hard.  You are wearing yourself out and getting nowhere.  And to fly?  You must flap so friggin’ hard – FOREVER.

With wings you soar.

You gotta use your wings.  (heart and things; there’s more to this than you can understand . . . I’m thinking; not knowing about YOU).

And it takes work … ya gotta ‘use that wind’ (the knowledge of things) plus your own heart (your wings) and LEARN how to fly.  And that takes some WORK my friend: self-realization and internalization; remembering things; doing things; working on yourself; working on and with others; finding the truths in things (About yourself and others) and SO much more …..

It’s quite a simple process once you get a handle on it.

Ever watch a bird flying?

It’s learned to soar.  So can you.

(and, we’re thinking: angels have wings, too! 🙂

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About jeffssong

JW is an adult childhood abuse survivor with DID*. He grew up in a violent family devoid of love and affection. He is a military brat and veteran. He no longer struggles with that past. In 1976 JW began writing "The Boy". It took 34 years to complete. It is currently on Kindle (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004T3IVKK ), or if you prefer hard copy, on Amazon ( http://www.amazon.com/Boy-J-W/dp/1461022681). JW resides somewhere in the deep South. He is disabled and living with family. Note: Please feel free to take what you need; all is free to all. With that in mind, keep it that way to others. Thank you. We have 3 Blogs - One for our younger days, 0-10 (The Little Shop of Horrors); one for our Teen Alter and his 'friends' (also alters) with a lot of poetry; and finally "my" own, the Song of Life (current events and things)
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