the glass house

Gaze not into the future, bulging up the cravings inside that scream that someday it will all be brighter. Indeed, we live in this glass box. You and I love to think we are stuck in all we know.
This is not so. We build these boxes, solder them till they stick strong and then we forget we helped this creation. I've been victim to those days where these hands stuck strong to the cold glass, fingers curling in, wishing to feel the greenness outside. 
It was always so green outside.
But I did not open my glass door and step out. I stayed inside and said, 'not today, this is not my time'.


Today I felt that box around me and it started to make me feel cold all over. Even the sun that bounced off the glass could not warm me within. It was a shaking of sorts and this time my finger nails etched the glass in. I am not a spectator to this life. I am a mover and a shaker and a dancer and a maker. This world is mine to grab and this box is far too small, and I can see the potential of green earth all around me.


Let me change the world! Let us not forget how powerful we are. There is nothing we cannot do and I fear we forget that too often. We label ourselves into who others perceive us to be but this is not our core. Rise up and do the very thing G!D made you for. Dig those hands into the earth and plant those seeds of awe and love. There is only goodness that can come of giving back and I will not stay inside anymore pretending I am not here when called to perform. 


Shatter sharp shards around my feet and let me know I've made a difference!