Loving is Living

Hey y'all, this is going to be short because I'm out of town and at a training week for a summer camp. You know all those times that you tell yourself how you could have done this better and be that better. We tend to be our own worst judges, we tell ourselves we are too this or not enough that. We point out flaws in ourselves that we easily overlook in others. Remember that it's ok that you aren't perfect. We have been so taught to focus on being the best, the greatest, the most talented, the most well known. We are taught to succeed but we have been taught that succeeding looks like fame, riches, and perfection. You are not perfect. You are too this and not enough that. But see, that's ok. I am not the most athletic, not the strongest, not the tallest, fastest, smartest, the list goes on. I have fears that are stupid, flaws that are irrational, I make mistakes that are just plain stupid. That has to be ok with me. Perfect imperfections... That is you and I. ...

Fire. Burning with fury deep in the night I stare into the depths of the flame I feel it proclaim ‘I am you’ … I freeze with fear and forget the fire that burns in front of my eyes Instead I see the despise of my life, my heart and my soul, laid bare before me ‘How can it be’? I question myself, ‘how do I hate this this heart fate has assigned to me?’ But I do. I see my heart and despise the weakness that is ever before me, the scars that will not ignore me, the doubts that do so implore me I bore myself to death my emotional health it drones on and gone down the drain like a poison It spreads, this time I dread, I feel like I’m dead but death knocks still upon the door and so I look My heart and soul in the fire I see my desire, to this I aspire, one day I’ll be hole… one day I’ll be healed So as I stare into the fiery depths of my regrets it starts to fizzle out like a bout of rain pours on my day I kneel on the grass and pray, I feel my past wash away and then ...

As the western wind whips my face And I see the clouds role in I hear a voice from far off place Come home my love, come home As the freezing rains soaks through my skin And the storm rages all around A whisper calls from deep within Come home my love, come home As the rolling hills go ever on And my winding path won’t end Tender words come with the dawn Come home my love, come home As the treacherous peaks rise before And civilization falls behind I hold to the call of my beloved Come home my love, come home Alas! I leave behind the strife And home comes into sight I run to my one, my only, my life I’m home my love, I’m home! As tears run down my weathered face And I smile from ear to ear I stand by my love, in my rightful place I’m home my love, I’m home   ~ Kaleb I wrote this poem this last year while thinking about what home really is. What is home to you? Is it your house? Family? Friends maybe? Is ...