Teacher told me, “You know, it happens all the time.”

“What?” I asked.

“People, find themselves.”

“They change,” she urged.

That’s a bit cliché I thought.

“All the things they ever wanted, but couldn’t quite reach…or were afraid to reach…”

“They reach them,”

This she said.

Smoothly, steadily, she … testifying. Guiding me to understand.

What am I to make of this, I thought?

She seems so confident…
So wise.

No, not for me.

Years had tempered me.

Pain had steeled me.

I can’t change…I will always be the me I knew.
And others knew
…all too well.

“Breathe,” she whispered.
“Just breathe…deep
– slow
– measured.”

“Be aware…”

“Lose yourself in the unfamiliar.”

“Let go…”

“You are on your way,” she whispered.

“A new path.”

“Follow your heart…”

“Trust… your…heart…it knows where to take you.”

“It’s not far…”

“Your destination is close.”

“It’s been in you…
– close
– all along.”

“Breathe,” she whispered,
“… just breathe.”


© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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