I CAN NOT by Ruth Calder Murphy

I can only be me. This was one of the simplest and yet most profound epiphanies of my life.

The dawning upon me that the pressure is off. Not because I won’t be, believe, speak, think as other people suggest, require, demand or preach - but because I cannot be anything but myself - and myself is the best thing, the best person, I can be.

There was and is something Divine in this realization - that I was made to be me and am fully loved - as Me! In letting go of other people’s hopes, dreams and expectations of and for me, and thereby letting go of worrying about pleasing them all, all the time, I am free to be fully myself and to realize the Divinity within me...

Funnily and wonderfully enough, I please just as many people in simply being me as I ever did by trying to please everyone... And I’ve also discovered how wonderful it is to be accepted and loved for who I really am.

'Pink Dawn' painting by Regina Argetin

I Can Not

I cannot be

anything

-or anyone -

but me.

I cannot do

simply

because

I’m expected to.

I cannot believe

because you believe

or because

I used to believe

or because it would

bring ease

or make the bullies leave

me alone.

I cannot speak

just to please;

I can not speak lies

though the truth

may cause unease

and surprise.

I cannot live

your chosen life

or prepare for your

prefered death;

I cannot dance your dance

- though it be beautiful -

or sing your song

-though it be wonderful -

I cannot walk your path -

even when it takes you

away from me,

even when we disagree,

even if I lose you completely...

I cannot dream your dreams;

my dreams are enough for me.

I can only be

the best me I can be

and true...

and you be the best you

and, if we do,

our different dances

will make choreography,

our paths

cartography,

our "Can Not"

will become “Will Be”

and then,

then,

we shall be free.

'Self Portrait' by the author Ruth Calder Murphy

Ruth Calder Murphy is a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. Her life is wonderfully full of creativity and low-level chaos. She is the author of one published novel, “The Scream,” several books of poetry and one or two as-yet unpublished novels. She is passionate about celebrating the uniqueness of people, questioning the unquestionable and discovering new perspectives on old wonders. She is learning to ride the waves that come along—peaks and troughs—and is waking up to just how wonderful life really is. You can visit Ruth and view more of her art on her website here, or on her Facebook page. Her latest book is available on Amazon here, and here. Or read more of her poetry on her writing site here.

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