So much of what we do
Is shaped by fear.
We run so fast.
We seldom stop to face
The things from which we’re running.
We make such noise.
We seldom stop to hear
The things we’re drowning out.
We fill our mouths,
Our veins,
Our minds
With things to feel.
We seldom stop to touch
The things we dare not handle.
We move, we shout,
We point, we blame,
But we seldom stop to see.
If we did, we would change.
Our lives would be transformed.
Maybe that’s what’s scaring us.
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Hmmm. I said something similar in my post today. Only I didn’t say it in a poem and it wasn’t as creative or cool.
Thanks for this!
All the best!
deb
Oh, you’re always cool, Deb.
What a wise and wonderful poem, Ken! You have really expressed the truth here. I often wonder why I am scared to be transformed, when the alternative should be much more frightening. Thank you for making me think about this today.
It’s an odd thing, isn’t it?
great post! we are afraid to face our monsters because doing so behooves us to name them. naming them means there’s a chance that we need to converse with them. and it’s all the stuff that comes out of that little chat that scares us — we are suddenly saddled with the responsibility (to ourselves) to DO something to change things. and change is not always an easy thing. ow!