When the Power is On

To admit 

what I think I’m guilty of,

even to myself,

curls me into myself and away from healthy thought and action.

To admit 

what I think I should be ashamed of,

especially to myself,

ties me in knots
sends me away from healing behaviour.

Powerless - but only in active epilepsy.

It can’t be me.

When my lights go out - 

I go out - and I am powerless over everything.

When my lights are on

I have the power to learn to be present.

Aware of my self,

my surroundings,

clear about who I am and 

who I am capable of being.

I am only powerless over the fact of epilepsy.

“What we actually learn, from any given set of circumstances, determines 

whether we become increasingly powerless or more powerful.”

~ Blaine Lee