I’m going into the desert,
I’ll find that waterhole and leap,
and leap.
Wash over the water to a new beginning.
That one leap and now I feel like I can take on anything,
tread back through the desert,
on just a handful of water,
and I’ll spit on those who say I can’t,
because I’ve seen I can in my reflection.
All my decisions have lead up to this,
now I realise there’s no right or wrong path,
only the one I have chosen,
for this is the one I must walk.
I don’t have much control,
but it keeps life exciting,
sure sometimes I feel weak when the sun blazes down,
but I’ll get back up,
and up again.
I’ll cradle any rain as when I cry only happy tears fall,
a smile that’s hid much and the surfacing one so much stronger.
Turning over a mind that’s been in the dark and cold,
open up to the desert and let in the light,
even taking in sun rays that normally bring me down.
I have my mind and I have different thoughts,
thoughts I can now advocate for myself.
I knew the journey would be worth the wait,
water surrounded by years of sand,
savior hold my hand,
walk me through, back and round again.
Now my shadow is my friend.
a look into the mind of a jeni 