~ The Key Is Me ~ (check)

The Key Is Me............

Oh, my precious soul, where the blackness of discontentment lurks, if only the sun would brightly shine.

The torments and unrest of all the world’s troubles are on my shoulders alone.

The heaviness and pain of each dark cloud, no doubt was given to me by design.

Never a positive thought do I have; continually all I do is moan and groan.

I watch all God’s splendor pass me by, never once believing I could fly.

In the security of my own self-imposed prison; not seeing a way to flee; just on the verge of breaking down.

Appalling fear and self-doubt are destroying my soul; you see I have given up and won’t even try.

Hiding my shame of depression and self-hatred, I wear the painted face of a clown.

Never, never once did it cross my mind, not even once… never once did I realize I could truly fly.

The strength of my doubting thoughts and the demons of my past keep me from walking through God’s lighted door.

Never, never once did it cross my mind, not even once… never once did I believe I could soar through the awesome blue sky.

Just like the turn of a key or the turn of a knob… just as easy as that I made my life so much more.

For me, a new life began with just a positive thought or two, then my thoughts grew into three or four, then there were more and more; so many I can no longer count.

By simply changing my thinking my mind grew into a beautiful garden, and it all started with just one positive seed.

The yearning of dreams unfulfilled; now wonderfully put in front of me; each day, right before my eyes, I watch my blessings continue to mount.

All the burdens of my self-inflicted pain and self-denial, always saying, “I can’t,” from this prison I have been freed.

I now stand on a mountaintop with my head way above the clouds; there is no doubt the beautiful golden rays of the sun will always shine down on me; all that is required of me is to simply try.
So many dreams in my life I have the desire to achieve, at last I have the key, and finally I realize they all must start inside of me.

All I have to do is want to fly bad enough; believing in myself, all I have to do is spread my wondrous wings and sail way up high in the sky.

Belief in myself, never doubting for a second, planting seeds of flowers; these are the keys, now my happiness and inner peace is a guarantee.

The key is me…

The key is me...