Chasing After The Wild Wind
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Chasing After The Wild Wind
A Compilation Of Poetry By Kathryn Jenkins.

1) Self-perception.
2) Love.
3) Knowledge.
4) Acceptance.
5) And, Hope, a sequel
6) Freedom
7) Time.
8) Balance.
9) Happiness.
10) Wisdom.

‘Self-perception creates the love we have for ourselves and others, we have knowledge of this and find acceptance of ourselves and others. We find hope in this, creating a realm of freedom to fly in, giving us time and balance. It is through then that we finally find happiness, and really shine through the ages of wisdom before we pass it on to others.’

Chasing After The Wild Wind

Chapter 1: Self Perception. A chasing after the wind.

How does it feel to not love myself for who I am?

A one worded response cannot describe.

A story can.

A fraction of writing.

A small summary.

I sometimes look at myself in the mirror in aversion.

I sometimes hear myself and the words I am saying and want to hideaway from the world.

I sometimes look back on the day and its individual events and want to cry.

I sometimes want to give up.

I sometimes feel it's all not worth it.

I try to build myself up and love myself for who I am.

I try to build those walls up so high that they are almost impossible to break, admirable in all ways.

Stability and strength, acknowledged and astounded.

They are not.

Not by me anyway.

By others, it doesn't matter.

I struggle beyond measures.

I fall down a lot.

7.6 billion people may be in the world, I may know a small proportion of only 500 of them, but at least one hundred of them may love me for who I am and adore me in all ways.

Yet, it feels lonely to not love yourself for who you are.

There are people surrounding me that love and adore me.

There are thousands of reasons why I should love myself.

There are thousands of reasons why I choose not to love myself.

Sometimes though, I argue that it is a choice.

Sometimes, it is merely a battlefield of thoughts, a chasing after the wind.

How does it feel to love myself for who I am?

This one is a lot easier to describe, funny that.

When I love myself for who I am I am free.

I feel loved and wonderful in all ways by myself and by others.

Others expectations and thoughts become an absence of mind.

I accept and I exceed.

I build and I uproot.

I feel on top of things, on top of myself and on top of the world.

Stability and strength prevail, acknowledged and astounded.

By the world.

By myself.

I feel beautiful.

7.6 billion people may be in the world, I may know a small proportion of only 500 of them, but at least one hundred of them may love me for who I am, and adore me in all ways.

Yet, when I love myself for who I am they do not matter, they are a mere absence of thought.

There are thousands of reasons why I should love myself.

There are thousands of reasons why I choose not to love myself.

Happiness is always a choice, regardless of a battlefield of thoughts, a chasing after the wind.

Acceptance and love are powerful.

I am human.

I am not perfect.

These attributes of acceptance and love are powerful.

They do not come easy.

They are a chasing after the wind.

A wind that I can catch up to.

I am hopeful.

How do I love myself for who I am?

I try.

I don't give up.

I vanish those thoughts.

The destructive thoughts.

I don't listen to the whispers of the wind that I will never completely catch up to.

That I may fall down again.

I accept them.

A chasing after the wind is an expedition, a race against time.

I run it.

I learn how it works.

The mind.

I master it.

I don't give up easily.

I fight.

If I fall down I get back up.

If I happen to give up I start again.

I build up.

I build my walls up high.

Stability and strength prevail, acknowledged and astounded.

I do this.

That is what matters the most.

Once I do, other happenings fall into place.

An abundance of acceptance and love gleam.

7.6 billion people may be in the world, I may know a small proportion of only 500 of them, but at least one hundred of them may love me for who I am, and adore me in all ways.

They matter.

I matter.

There are thousands of reasons why I should love myself.

There are thousands of reasons why I will choose to love myself.

Happiness is always a choice, regardless of a battlefield of corrupt thoughts, a chasing after the wind.

Solitude.

Acceptance and love are powerful.

Building blocks are wondrous.

Imagination is creative.

Love is dominant beyond measure.

When all else fails all go back to love.

I am human.

I am not perfect.

I accept this.

A chasing after the wind.

These attributes are admirable.

They are influential.

They have great potential.

Put to use.

But they do not come easy.

That's why I will run it.

I will learn how it works.

The mind.

I will master it.

I will not give up easily.

I will fight.

I will catch up to the wind.

The wind isn't meaningless.

It shares secrets.

It holds moments.

It captures all that ever was and is to be.

It whispers.

It is still at the moment.

I caught up to the wind.

For now.

Copyright (c) by Kathryn Jenkins.

All rights reserved.

Thank you for reading! Please comment, any feedback including constructive criticism is always welcome!

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