I wish I could free you, small one.
From the fear that is in your mind
The images there are nothing to fear,
But they’ll long squeeze you tight in a bind.
Speak up! Say your thoughts, though they’re stupid.
The fear is what’s really the cage.
A wrong word won’t mark you forever.
Don’t shut yourself up; just engage.
Don’t elevate others so highly
That you fear to meet them eye to eye.
People are people, I hope you will see,
And they’re making it up on the fly.
The what ifs will strike you as endless
Hidden tragedy in every form.
But much of this life is fair weather;
Don’t lose yourself chasing a storm.
Most things that you fear? They won’t happen.
Go travel and let yourself soar.
The tangles you meet? They’ll unravel.
You’ll be glad that you stepped through the door.
I won’t waste my words on the the big things—
You’ll dive into them and you’ll swim.
My dear, you’ll stand strong when it matters.
You’ll shine when the dragons come in!
Tag: inspirational
To the Girl who Had Her First Seizure
I wish I could tell you it will get easier
That the worst is behind you.
It won’t. It isn’t. Not yet.
There will be more…
Hundreds,
Thousands,
Dozens and dozens some days.
You will be scared.
Terrified. Lonely. Humiliated.
You’ll dig through, grabbing at breath,
Drowning in spit and blood.
And look up, ashamed to meet another’s eye.
You’ll hide for a while, hold them in,
But they’ll explode—too many to contain.
This is what you’ll be up against;
I knew you’d want to know.
You’ll fight well,
And you’ll fight poorly,
But you will never give up.
One day you’ll do something stupid
And end up in a coma.
But God will grant mercy.
Out of the darkness and fog
Discovery will come.
Of who you are
Of why you’re here.
You’ll find a different medicine,
But more than that, you’ll find peace.
You’re here for a reason, my dear.
Hold strong;
You’ll find it.
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