Moonlit skies dyes the clouds indigo,

When your mind is inclined to dig gold,

Yearning to unearth the gems stuck within,

‘Til it gets struck, no more living in the rough.

Do we have to be broken to be made whole?

How else can we see within the crevice if it weren’t for the breaking of the outer layer of ourselves?

Or at least we thought it was ourselves…

We would’ve accepted the darkness that constricted us as our ultimate reality,

Until the day our cocoon cracked and the light gleamed from the outside,

“Never did I ever think that life could be this pristine and serene,

I need more room for my wings, never thought I could grow these.”

Metamorphosis approaching,

This cocoon made us crave a more spacious habitat,

We look back at our former home wondering how’d we spent so much time confined to the darkness that once enveloped us, thinking that was our reality.

Although, most of that cocoon remains a part of us,

Eventually, the rest is lost permanently due to shedding,

Letting go of what you’ve outgrown,

A transformative metamorphosis,

Your formative years are behind you but can still haunt you,

Unless you fly higher than a hawk,

Keen eye overlooking the scenery, beaming at what was once your habitat,

The world’s so vast compared to that.

Makes no sense to live with a scarcity mindset,

When our wings give us infinite reach to abundance and eternity beyond this Earth.

Our words unearth our purpose.

Published by Yasira Akamai

Wife. Writer. Poet. Artist. Lyricist. Born in December 16, 1995. Mexican-American. Southwestern US born -> Grew up in the Chicagoland area & Northwest Indiana (mostly East Chicago) -> moved to a warmer place living that Southern coastal life. I've been writing since like around the late 2000s. Depression and anxiety was swallowing me and I had difficulty trusting others, so I decided to confide in writing. It started off as Spanish songwriting, then it evolved into English poetry, prose, and short stories the more I improved my English grammar and vocabulary. I once had to take ESL classes, until it was determined that I didn't need to anymore around middle school. I became so dedicated to writing that I just did it everyday, and it served as my daily therapy as I was battling with negative thoughts. It put my mind in a state of meditation where it opened me up to many ideas and inspiration that I lived to create. I began to notice that I could write and speak things into existence with my words and actions. I had to find myself, and search for the power of the mind. Blog posts written by the author who goes by the pen name, Yasira Akamai, are intellectual property that belongs to the original author.   ©2021 Yasira Akamai, Power_of_the_Mind_Blog

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