inside the fear
of life we live like
some tadpole
hoping to blossom
like the rose
that sits in the middle
of our dining
room table in case
we are blessed
with company; but,
like the
tadpole, we change and
transform
ourselves into that which
we do not care
for or understand,
even though it
appears to be exactly
what we have
always wanted and
so our fear
arrives from that which
we have
become...
but no less or
no more...
we have grown
into our fears and
no longer see
them as fears but
as allies in our
self-development
as long as we do
not depend upon
them too heavily
in the process.
8April16
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