Poetry about Self-Directed Slavery to the Energies of Fear
Slave to Fear
Are you a slave to an idea?
A fear, you hold on to so dear?
Where are you a slave ?
Where is your life concave?
It’s dive to dive right in
Find the projected sin
Who is the apple of your eye?
For them have you committed to die?
Keeping small, like a little elf
Trapping your beauty
For what feels like an eternity
What’s in your way?
Where is the burning hay?
There’s a contract that resides
It’s time to let go
This you know
Beneath, in the muscles so deep
Are trapped a legion of false beliefs
It’s time to fish them up
Before, as volcanos, they erupt
Set them free
Allow yourself to feel the sensation of glee
written by Zoe Langman 11th March 2023