Left the stage and took my bows
Drew a line upon the sand,
catch me if you can
It won't matter anyhow
I shook the monkey from my back
Cooled the fire, doused the flame
Threw my glass against the wall,
let the pieces fall
There's no one left to blame
And tell me, all this time
were you out there on the line?
did you steal somebody's heart
and break it just like mine?
And when I packed up all your things
did you feel anything, at all?
I took my paper and my pen
then put the paper to the flame
and there inside the ash, all that was the past
is just a speck on my horizon
And there inside the ash, all that was the past
is just a speck
on the horizon
Moving forward. Letting go. It can tear your soul.
That is powerless-ness. You wake up in a sweat, grateful it was all just a dream. But some of us experience that sense of powerless-ness in real time. In real life. At work. In our relationships. When we want to cry out to the world that something bad is happening but no one is listening.
In those times, what can you do to empower yourself?
Forget about everyone else. Know that what you believe to be true IS the truth. Find the strength first, in yourself. Then reach out. In that world around you, where no one seems to be listening, there will be one or two who will. Find them. Tell your story. Let the powerless-ness go and remember you are a strong, loving, compassionate human being that will not be manipulated, controlled or taken advantage of. Let yourself reveal yourself.
And when the light comes, the memory of the dark days, when you felt powerless and mute, will merely be a speck on your horizon.