I stand on a mountain with my chest puffed out
I stand as a heroine
as a Queen and an untouchable thing
I hold my nose in the air as I smell the stench of other peoples offenses
fearing them
avoiding them
refusing to even look at them
…..even hating them
I hold my nose assuming the stench is from everybody else
until a spotlight is held upon the mountain from which I stand
suddenly I see the refuse of my own waste
My own colossal mountain of rubbish that came from me…was made by me.
The Spot light which at first I enjoyed in my pride
I now wish I could run from, because it reveals my shame to all!
The Spotlight has become the murderer of my pride
But oh how it has enlightened me to feel compassion
and again I stand here shaking my head at my own error and arrogance and ask you for your forgiveness.
Spirit….I wish there was another way.
Little Wren 