I fear the sorrow that lies
within me.
I fear the sorrow that dances
around me.
I listen to my heart
ache,
I listen to her
sing.
I distinguish
the difference
between
beauty
and suffering.
I distinguish
the difference
between
safety
and freedom.
in the way
she needs,
In the way
she’s asking,
in the way
she seems
so elegantly able
to do so.
But
I fear the beauty
I fear the suffering…
I fear it all.
And,
I feel it all.
I fear my heart
saying different things
to my mind
and to my body.
I fear my heart
telling me
different things
to what I want to hear.
I fear her
telling me
different things
to what I need to hear.
To what
I seemingly hear.
I fear losing the anonymity
of being able
to listen
to my head.
I fear the way
I’ll travel
if my heart
tells me
what is best.
I fear that,
most of all,
I’ll become distant
and unafraid—
I fear that
I’ll become
able
to bask freely
and
know what’s made.
You see,
to bask freely
is to go
against the grain.
The grain
of constraint.
It’s to go
against the notion
we need to suppress.
It’s to go
right where
it suits us best—
heart-centred
and central,
heart-centred
and open,
heart-centred
and living freely.
Heart-centred
and being authentic
and the whole
of me.
To go inside my heart
and listen,
is to leave
nothing unturned
and everything left.
It’s to give me
unconditional forgiveness
and unconditional
acceptance.
It’s to me let be
at my best
and my not-so.
It’s like turning
a stone
within my chest.
Opening the doors
and letting me
listen.
Listening to a rumble
that’s
always been there,
open inside
wounding
and masked under
fear.
To listen to her voice
and to let
her freedom
soar,
is to open up
from a cage for
forever more.
Because my heart
and this lioness
are similar.
We are both feisty,
we are both raw.
We are both protective,
we are both vulnerable.
We are both authentic,
we are both it all.
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Editor: Travis May
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