A journal I wrote last March before my 25th birthday
Who are you?
What do you want from me?
You are the quiet knowings, a soft whisper that I can’t ignore
When my feet become settled, my body comfortable in warmth
My heart flutters, unsettled
The ears of my intuition tweak
And I hear you once again
Visions of far away places,
Open fields, colorful cultures
Grand schemes and surpassing love
Wisdom
Strength
Darker voices rebel in fear
Fear
Fear
“what if…” “I can’t…”
“I shouldn’t …”
I know better
Some distant part comforts me
In knowing those darker voices aren’t true
… it wouldn’t be that way…
but its all I can think
more fear
The strength of which suffocates my dreams
… until the next quiet hour
when sweet whispers sing soft melodies
of thick accents and salty ocean air….. far away
Someday… my desire will continue to grow
Like fire in the abunance of oxygen
It will roar and with a burning strength I shall step into the unknown
For if it would reverse
Have pitty on me dear friend
For then I will have neglected my heart, my one true love,
Quieted those true voices
Something within me will have died
And I would have allowed it.
Fear is a dangerous enemy.
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