I wrote this several years ago whilst recovering from a trauma. Afterwards I read in amazement what came out of me, and realised I’d tapped into a part of myself that carries a wisdom beyond time. I believe we all have this wisdom within us, and when listened to in silence can help guide us through life.
More Than Me
Am I being all that I could be
Am I everything that you see
And in my strive for obtaining perfection
Do I lose out by my avid selection
Prosperity, peace, happiness
Abundance and love that is endless
What really matters to me
Is there really more than you see
Can I really make dreams come true
And have I always knew
Am I really more than this body
Does my soul really sing a melody
And even when chaos prevails
Is Divine Guidance still blowing her sails
Is harmony truly all around
Everywhere to be found
So when the rain hasn’t fallen for a year
And the farmers are shedding a tear
Does Mother Earth really know what she’s doing
Is there something far greater brewing
Through earthquakes, wars and loss of life
Searching for children, a husband, a wife
The rest of us are sadly left guessing
Can such loss of life, truly be deemed a blessing
We live in such times of confusion
Yet how much is just an illusion
Weapons of mass destruction
Or weapons of mass distraction
Emotions are universal
The same energy runs through us all
So if we’re Divinely connected
Why insist on being protected
These are the things I don’t understand
And destruction of life on the same piece of land
When so many others have more than they need
To take from those who have little to feed
I ask myself, what does it all mean
Then remember, things aren’t always what they seem
There’s more to life than we’ll ever know
Have trust, have faith, and the love will show
So when I awake feeling lonely or sad
And hurt for the losses I’ve had
Do I really have angels above
Caressing and holding me, sending me love
When I’m caught up in paying the bills
I forget to be quiet and still
And my heads feeling busy and scattered
I forget what truly does matter
I know there’s another me
My child within I don’t always see
Yet when I listen I know that she’s there
With an abundance of gifts to share
I have much more that I could ask
And risk coming out from behind the mask
By writing a poem, or playing guitar
Or painting in colour, my dreams go far
Little by little, I’m beginning to find
Much around me to remind
There really is more than what we see
In life, in you, and in me
© Jaks Watters