Looking at the Path to Self Discovery

After every failure or mistake
Before the triumphal parade
Chancing the possible heartache
Despite being dismayed
Efforts will be rewarded
For those who understand self
Good works will be recorded
Honors for knowing thyself
In all good time we discover
Just how strong we can become
Know from all hurts you recover
Learn what you can overcome
Many turnings and falls
No cowards need apply
Onward despite blocking walls
Patiently barricades defy
Quietly the soul is revealed
Recognizing inner worth
Spirit and truth not concealed
Truly a psyche’s rebirth
Undaunted by self actualization
Victorious you wear your crown
Walk proud without a translation
X-linked fashion diva about town
You don’t require outside affirmation
Zones of uncertainty struck down!

For the End of Summer scavenger hunt I used prompt #12 – Write an abecedarian poem about the path to self-discovery.

I suppose I was lucky. I was gifted with a strong sense of self that my parents nurtured. I experienced some bullying, exclusion, and some peer pressure but I always went my own way. That resulted in having an eclectic group of friends both in high school and college. It seemed that I collected the outcasts and the oddballs. And we had more fun than anyone could imagine! It was in the safety of those friends that we were allowed to develop our own sense of style, our literary tastes, and explore our talents. Once I was on my own, I discovered that I liked my own company. I saw a fair number of people who were willing to settle for unhappy relationship simply to avoid being alone. I had some failures and yet they were not complete failures because I learned something about myself, my abilities and my weaknesses. I became self reliant out of necessity. I could cook, clean, repair toilets, revive worn out furniture, refinish woodwork, and improvise solutions to problems that would send many into the arms of debt. My self confidence soared with each little triumph. It was that confidence that made it possible to succeed in my career, my marriage, and now in retirement! I’m happy with who I am and who I’ve become. What about you?

40 thoughts on “Looking at the Path to Self Discovery

  1. I’m glad to read a story of someone’s journey that was bolstered with nurturing parents and congenial companions though there was enough adversity to build the tenacity of staying true to yourself.

    Your talent for poetry amazes me!

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    1. Thanks so much Dodi! I’m pleased you think my talent is exceptional. I was fortunate to have found (or in my case gathered) my tribe. We were an odd assortment: a wanna-be opera singer, a Bible toting daughter of a Pentecostal preacher, an extremely shy girl, a girl who loved to go bowling, one who had been shunted from one relative to another, one with a mother having schizophrenic episodes, a girl who lived on a zoo-farm with lions, bears, and llamas (oh my!)… All of us flawed but also perfect in our own way!

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  2. A wonderful post, all around! As always, I love hearing your back story.
    And well done on the poem! (as i struggle, toss and turn with this one. 😉

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    1. Hi Michel! I’m so very pleased that you liked this one!! We all journey through life looking for our purpose and mission. Some find it easily and other’s search is arduous.

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  3. I grew up without self confidence but it was only as an adult that I fully understood that. That is probably why I am surprised to here people say how strong I am. I still don’t feel so strong on days like today. Just thinking about missing daughter and her encouragement, I cry.

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    1. Bonnie strength is not measured by the volume of tears. Tears only show that you loved deeply. The strength is manifested in the capacity to continue to love – those here and those no longer physically with us!

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    1. What!!?? You are breaking off our friendship because I consort with the unpopular crowd? I’ll have you know that all of us grew up and became the best, kindest, and most sought after employees/spouses/friends/room mothers! The ones that shunned us in HS have nothing on us now!! (I figured that if we’d known each other in school, you’d be part of our group – no question!) hehe!

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      1. Oh I thought you were calling me that!
        ‘consort’ doesn’t that mean ‘intimate partner’??

        lol pulling your leg, a favourite oz pastime! Hey if I called you a yank is that an insult? I thought they were a baseball team but just read they were part of your civil war …

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        1. Well – as you might have noticed I am a little slow to catch on to a little ribbing as I’m usually really earnest. As for the word consort when pronounced ˈkänsôrt it does mean an intimate partner (noun) but when pronounced kənˈsôrt orˈkänˌsôrt (verb) it means to habitually associate with (someone), typically with the disapproval of others. (just in case you weren’t kidding about that part.) Anyway I’m from the North so calling me a Yank (Yankee) isn’t an insult. Now if you were to call someone from the South a Yank you might be in for a fight. (Of course I hear that in Australia the term is derogatory for Americans in general…)

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  4. “You don’t require outside affirmation
    Zones of uncertainty struck down! ”
    I dont know why but I really like this line 🙂

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    1. Thank you Khushi for the comment! I’m very happy that that line resonated with you. We all need to remember that the dance of life does not require an external sound track – we dance to our own internal drum beat!!

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      1. Yes absolutely, and now that you explained with the reference of drum beats and dance I will remember it forever 🙂

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    1. Gosh thanks Judy! I’m sure my mother is more than willing to take some credit! I think the intelligence is partially genetic and part nurture! I’m so gratified that you enjoy my ramblings!!

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  5. Wow, reading this is like witnessing your transformation. Like you my parents played a vital role in building my self confidence and no amount of bullying coule topple me down back then…

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    1. Thanks Mich! I think that growing happens your whole life and I am on the right track. Sadly there are those who think that graduation from HS means that learning is over and that as soon as your feet stop growing you are done with growing too….

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    1. Thanks Punam! I’m so glad you found it relatable!! Maturation and “finding” yourself seems to be a universal experience. My great grandmother wrote poetry – the only one I recall was an abecedarian! It was my intro to the idea that poetry was possible for the ordinary person and that was extraordinary!

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