Tripping Over My Shadow
Supportive blessings
drip like rain
all around me,
but I can’t seem
to get passed go.
This dance I’m doing
has no real rhythm
so I gyrate in uncertainty
befuddled about how to proceed.
The melancholy of pessimism
suffocates my initiative
and even when I feign confidence
confusion belies my steps.
I seek release from me
the inaction in me
and I long for the newness
of journeys attempted.
I step up to the mirror
and look myself in the eye
and I give novice strength to ancient words:
It’s not your turn.
It’s mine.
Get back.
It’s my time to fly.
Nothing you’ve done
or said
or thought
can get in my way now.
The die is cast.
It’s my Rubricon to cross.
Leave me be
so I can embark on my own.
“Be resolute”
I whisper to my heart.
“Stay that incessant pounding.”
I will walk upright.
I will be powerful.
I will do great things.
The time is now
to stop
tripping over
my own shadow.
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Very good – really glad you happened to cross my path today. I’ll look for more!
Thank you! Enjoy your visit.