..you’re standing on the edge of a cliff, are you worried about falling or thinking about soaring?
through the suffocating inside of hell’s furnace
over broken boards littered with the poison of old rusted nails
With fire breathing dragons while simultaneously siphoning Satan’s venom
from your soul
From the bottom of the Atlantic through a school of Great Whites covered in blood to get to the famed shores of hope
Over lakes of quicksand into bushes of poison ivy with the shackles of incarceration on your ankles and wrist
From southern branches like ripe apples waiting to be picked for the autumn harvest
From the throngs of slavery only to be stabbed by the slithering scales of Justice
The mind altering trauma of mass incarceration and run
Away from the barking dogs chasing you through the enchanted forest
Barefoot through the sizzling desert staying hydrated by drinking the venom of the Sidewinder
Past the pack of wolves and around the the bear protecting her precious offspring before engaging in a brutal death match with a hungry Mountain Lion and then climb,
Over the the slippery rocks, through the thick vegetation, and around the gaseous pockets of poisonous air
Through the frost bite, through the avalanches, through the shortness of breathe caused by the lack of oxygen as you ascend to the place that only the great ones go
At the summit of your life, at the edge of the cliff of all the struggle you have been through to get to this point, looking at the breath taking views of destiny, taking deep breaths of purpose…
…are you worried about falling or thinking about soaring? ~ Sean King
Know this, if your happiness has been arrested by anger, doubt, fear, jealousy, or self-hate; it’s only because you’ve willingly chose to allow your happiness to fade away.
Learn to control your anger, and you will unlock the chains that have shackled your joy.
Learn to push through your doubt, and you’ll find the possibilities to be infinite and your limitations to be nothing more than figments of your imagination.
Learn to face your fears, and they’ll never again be able to use mind manipulation to make you fall short of your dreams.
Learn to defeat the insecurity of jealousy, and find the power to work together in harmony to lift humanity out of the bucket of despair.
Learn to love yourself and bask in the glow of the the blue skies. Bathe on the clouds of your dreams. Soar with the grace of an Eagle with its wings spread. Know that your dreams are within reach. Fill your lungs with the air of freedom. Never again look back to that dark place that anchored you to futility, burned your dreams alive, and shackled your life to hopelessness.
Learn to love yourself, and unconditionally loving others will come with ease. ~ Sean King
Whether it fits right into our plans or takes us somewhere we never expected to go, God always places us exactly where we’re supposed to be. ~ Sean King
A couple of months ago I received an e-mail calling for models of all experience levels for the Blush Fashion show from my good friend. In addition to the fashion show raising funds for an organization dedicated to increasing awareness for Breast Cancer (Carrie’s TOUCH), I thought it would be a great opportunity for my sister who has often said her dream is to be a model. I agreed to go with her to offer support. On the day of the casting call my sister caught some type of virus and was unable to make it. By then, I had already told my friend I would be coming to the casting call to support the event and my sister, so I still felt obligated to go (#KeepYourWord).
When I got there, without my sister, they asked me to do a poem to audition for the show. Reluctantly I agreed and was later asked to participate and write a new poem for the show. In addition to work, family, and several performances I was trying to figure out how I would write a poem dealing with breast cancer. To say I had writers block is an understatement.
Then it happened. A good friend of mine’s cancer that started off as breast cancer came back with a vengeance. When I went to visit her in the hospital, knowing that she was on her death bed, she asked me to write a poem for her. That night, I wrote a tribute to her and to people all over the world battling with cancer. She read it, snapped her fingers, and approved it before passing on later that week. This was the poem I was supposed to write. The BLUSH fashion show is the place I am supposed to share it. Carrie’s TOUCH, which my friend was a part of, is the cause my talents were called to support.
The whole time leading up to that revelation I thought I was supposed to be helping my sister get a chance to pursue her dreams. In reality, my sister was a part of God’s plan to put me on stage on May 11 to represent for my good friend.
I do wish my sister had fought off her illness, her fear, and took a step toward her dreams, but so goes life. Insha’Allah/God Willing, on May 11, I know I will be where I am supposed to be and I hope you’ll be there with us.