Clickin Out of OZ

 

Clickin Out of OZ....

I've spent a large part of my adult life (and come to think of it, most of my childhood) trying to make a man love me.

I felt lost and scattered by Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz....

 

I left the blossoming of relationships because the Emerald City shined so bright...I felt so unworthy of being loved and appreciated.

I tried to get the Scarecrow to see his gifts... while I down played my own so he felt wise;

I tried to soften the tin mans heart...I dreamed if I loved him enough he would love me;

I cowered so the lion felt brave...I gave my soul away piece by piece in hopes I would be loved;

I fell asleep to myself in the poison poppies...

I listened to the flying monkeys who were afraid of my yellow brick path... I let them drown out the encouraging voices....

I let the wicked witches scare me away from my inner sparkle...If I shine to bright they were intimidated and that somehow meant something was wrong with me...

I looked to the Wizard to give me my answers...

BUT... The wisdom I seek shines like ruby slippers in my soul ...

Clicking my heels and coming Home to myself!