A Poem about the Urge to Freeze, instead of Feeling the Power of our Boldness
It’s time to let go
So the eternal waters can flow
What do you hold?
What are the false beliefs about being bold?
Watch what you attract
What is leading you to feel attacked
Where is the reflection
That will stimulate your redirection
Can you see ?
Inside your family tree?
The flower that weeps
The urge to retreat?
Hiding under the stairs
The running away
The fear of feeling “come what may”
From what emotion do you run?
This is the place, you can score a home run
When you feel frozen and cold
In this place, lies a force for being truly bold
Written 12th March 2023