My Reality

My reality

Does not define me.

Nor does it dictate to me

What I believe about myself,

Nor what I am able or unable to do,

Or capable or not capable of being.

Rather, my reality supports me

As I walk through myself.

Actually, the truth is

I create my reality

To walk through myself.

Thus is my reality

An outward manifestation

Of what is within.

What is in the physical

Does not make it so;

But what is so

Is what is in the physical.

If I fail to recognise and acknowledge,

And if I fail to own this simple truth,

Like a needle

Caught on a damaged record

Will my life be,

Playing the same song

Over and over again.