Thirty-Three Years

Nisa West on Sep 27, 2009

Tags: aging, Awareness, birthday, consciousness, Getting Older, Growing up, living, present moment, wisdom

A poem written for my 33rd birthday.

Close to my day of Birth,
The fog gathers in my thoughts- sleepily
and my heart opens as I wander
Around my trailer home- dreamily.
I water what’s dry and leave
the succulants alone- not to be disturbed,
I take a deep breath.
The tension I’ve accumulated thus far- earnestly
In my body expanding this Awareness.
I’ve waited thirty-three years
to get this far along my path.
I won’t look back
To see what I left behind- intrepidly.
If I no longer dwell in those forgotten places,
I’ll move forward with greater ease.
But if I stay stuck in them
Back there I’ll keep beating myself up-
Willingly.

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mo hoyal on Sep 27, 2009
At 33 you are so gifted, keep this going and there’s no telling what you will end up doing! Lovely thought and I love the picture!

Mo
ken bultman on Sep 28, 2009
Wonderful philosophy…water what’s dry, leave the succulants alone. Happy birthday.
Darla Cooke on Sep 28, 2009
Lovely poem. Happy birthday!
papaleng on Sep 28, 2009
Happy Birthday Nisa, may the good Lord grants the desires of your heart.
Poetic Enigma on Oct 1, 2009
Happy birthday, belated if I am late, this is a lovely and descriptive poem, very amazing write xx
VenusWorshipper on Oct 15, 2009
Perfect.. congratulations!
Daka on Oct 18, 2009
Happy 33rd Nisa! Hope it brings the best things to come in your journey, yet.

I adore this poem because I can really, very much relate to trying not to dwell on the past as much so I can move forward better.

Keep on truckin’ dear.
mo hoyal on Oct 21, 2009
I’ve come back here again Nisa, trying to add you as friend and haven’t been successful but more than that, I reread your poem written on your 33rd birthday and wrote some lines down:
“If I no longer dwell in those forgotten places,
I’ll move forward with greater ease.
But if I stay stuck in them back there
I’ll keep beating myself up
willingly”
How I wished I’d of realized and learned this when I was 33! Kudos kiddo, you are not emerging, you are here!
TroostAvenue on Dec 6, 2009
You certainly said the very well. I don’t even remember being 33. Suggest you stay there for several more years.
Stan Wilson on Jan 11, 2010
good poem

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