Thoughts I Want To Share

Floating with the clouds, I look down at the earth knowing that everything I want is laying there waiting for me to claim it. So close my fingertips brush it, far enough away that I can't grasp it. I don't get my way, my frustration, anger and disappointment create the recipe for a storm. Lightning, thunder, strong winds and I drop to the ground with the rain. My view isn't as clear and I revert to earthly ways, full of fear. The sun peeks through and whispers that's not who you are or who you want to be. The warmth from the rays reach out to me and I regain the strength to keep striving towards my goal. To be who God has chosen me to be. Trapped inside beating on my enclosure to be released, screaming, why can't I be me? Everyday I go on following the same routine, waiting to be free.