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Flying High

"There's such an overwhelming heaviness accompanied by being in a space that you don't love. "-me

Although I've been trying to quietly fade into the gray decor of a mundane routine for months, my unsettled stomach rumbles against the currents of assimilation.

My desperate attempts to micmic a "traditional, work day," have landed my best efforts in the discarded "rejection" pile.

My optimistic glitter trail had been hacked by the fruit of abandonment: bitterness, frustration, and sadness.

Seems I'd been starving myself by refusing to get up from tables that hadn't appealed to my appetite.

I'd been sitting in "unoccupied spaces" that obstructed my airways by enforcing the gas chamber of lethargic disapprovals.

I'd been showing up with my gift in hand, but turned away, because it wasn't relevant to orthodox demands.

I probably should be plum "certified" crazy by the residue left behind from rejections!

Probably should be sitting under a "bridge of sorrow" clutching the vices of drugs, alcohol, or sex to cope.

But instead...

I choose to "pop up on'em like B-A-M!  I ain't going nowhere! You can't fire me, because I haven't even begun to bring the heat yet! I serve "official notice" to the frequencies of rejection that seek to disrupt my 20/20 flow. This little introverted unicorn ain't even got her feet wet yet!

My favorite academic scholar, "Flash," reminds me to change the channel on the chatter, when it ain't serving my best interest.

He commands attention with his charismatic "A" game, even on the worst days.  

He's unstoppable, because he's not competing on a "mediocre" skilled-level.

You won't catch him standing in lines, waiting to be served the leftovers. He packs his own "super power," not from a cape, but from the GOD within.

Today, I'll let Flash usher me back to the hands of the "Prince of Peace" where the glory flows without restriction, restraint, or rejection.

I'll "fly high" with my Father leading the way.

You can have your positions.
You can keep your titles.
Just give me his portion---perfect peace!












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