My Power Story

My Power Story As a child, I only saw the power of three, my Mom, my Dad and me. We were a solid three. When my brother Jon was born I adopted the power of four. Because he I adored, I learned to make room for four. When I was eight, I learned to value the power of two, me and my best friend Sue. Without her by my side, there was nothing I could do! Then my horizons began to broaden and I learned the power of five, six, seven Eight and ten… My numbers of friends kept increasing. My world was constantly multiplying and dividing, as soon as puberty bloomed in me. But when chirping blue birds and naked cherubs started spinning around my head, when the love struck and set in at age nineteen, I seemed to go backwards, back to the power of two. Those were the glory days when we could sit and gaze into each other’s eyes for days. We’d walk through the park and the zoo holding hands and saying I love you. Clueless was I, that the misuse of this mystical power of two, could leave me battered and bruised, and emotionally used and abused. Once my stone tower of two came tumbling down, the power of two didn’t seem as fresh as spring dew anymore, as before when I thought our love was strong enough to last forever! For years the soured power of two made me want to run endlessly, to distant corners of the earth just to escape the painful memories of ever being a part of this dreadful duo. Now I am starting to enjoy the warm rays of sun and the dynamic fun that I’ve found in the best power of them all, the power of one! Just me, by myself in the day to day grind, learning to stand strong as one, to love and to nurture myself, enjoying my life without any strife. There’s a lot to be said about the power of one. Learning to find joy and peace, just being me for a while. One day I’ll probably be ready to move on to whatever power is next for me, when loneliness starts to sour this single power. But for now, I’ll enjoy the power of one, to the tenth degree, just being me!