“I sit by myself after being a liar. After fixing myself, I’m always too tired. Turn my back on it all cause I need to fly higher. With my ego at bay, no wrong things I acquire.

I can’t help it, Can’t deny it, Oh my soul it hurts, I’m cryin

I wanna feel whole, but this world is so tryin An uphilll battle, but I’m fightin, I’m climbin. Got dirt on my knees, and in the clouds there’s lightnin, Snakes in the grass, my ankles their bitin.

One wrong step and I’m done, I’m a goner But when I reach the summit, rough winds grow calmer. I made it to a cliff, and I can finally see water, So I jump off the edge and regain my honor. “

I have found that writing poems when I am emotionally distressed helps me to better understand the ‘why’ behind the emotions I’m feeling. I often lie to myself about my own truth… something I despise in myself. Because of this, I and am always trying to self examine myself to make sure certain behaviors aren’t hidden from me.

Confronting yourself is hard work and takes a lot of mental energy. But for me, it’s worth it. I’m someone that always wants to be moving in a positive and forward direction. I want to understand myself better, I want to push myself and I want to expand my knowledge. This often feels like turning my back on the people and the things I love, but it’s often a sacrifice Im willing to make with the hope of progressing intellectually, emotionally, mentally and spiritually

The path to enlightenment and consciousness is not an easy path to follow. The journey is often filled with great obstacles and hard work… both of which can be defeating and often makes me feel as if there is no hope of ever being where I would like to be as a person. But consistency is key, and pressing on is my only hope and my only option.

My hope is that one day my path will become easier to walk, that the trees will thin out the higher I climb. That I will be able to feel the wind again and that the sights I see on the summit will humble me to submission. My hope is that one day the climb will be worth it and that I will fully submit to my mere existence. At that point, I will take the leap and fly once again.

Nothing but Love, Ry Ryteous Dominietzsche Repasky