Revelations From The Hilltop Poem by Mike Smith

If only there were a fly on the wall. One that could speak and eloquently re-tell all that's happened.
Every day is its own story. Every story filled with microcosms of the greater whole. I'm not sure if I can accurately describe with words precisely what is going on, or rather, what has transpired. But I do know that if I don't try my best to use words to express it then it will be lost to the feels of summer.
And so I write.
Every single conversation adds depth to those feels. And every single revelation, whether my own or one coaxed into another conversation participant, seems to place another missing piece into this jigsaw puzzle we call life.
Things, most of them anyway, are going well. I have my complaints and desires, sure. But my needs are provided. Earned might be a better descriptor than provided. And my desires are often fleeting. In any way of thinking, I am well taken care of. In fact, I am well; more so even than most of the conversation participants can tell.
I can't blame them. They are going off of what they know. They are referring to history as reference. I, however, am worried about the now and the yet to be. I am channeling positivity into myself and others. And it seems to be working.
In return, positivity has been pouring out towards me. And in response I'm embracing it. There was a time, not long ago, when that would've scared me. A, too-good-to-be-true-complex, if you will. That is no longer the case. Now I have accepted the positivity and used it to my advantage.
In doing so, I've helped others as well as myself. I've grown as an individual and as a team member and pupil. I've come to conclusions that were otherwise unforeseen.
I've evolved. I've adapted to the point that I am currently comfortable with my situation. Yes, I still have my frustrations.... We all do. But I have balanced them out with my gratuity.
I almost become speechless thinking of the changes I've made, or wordless rather since I'm typing and not speaking. I have gained a higher ground and set roots there. I don't intend to descend this hilltop any time soon. To be honest, if I have it my way, I will set footings here, and a foundation. Something I can continue to build off of and add on to. Something worth having. Something that will stand a long time. Something worth investing the energy and effort into.
It isn't surreal. It's the opposite. It's beyond real. It's real life.
It comes in waves usually. These times of significance and happiness. The current wave is tidal. Dangerous? Perhaps. But epic in its own right.
Is it a test? I wonder to myself as a wall of water approaches.
'How well can you swim? ' Asks the world. And my reply is a butterfly stroke.