Gratitude, the excuse for standing still
Fear, the lead around my feet
Comfortable in my present state
Or afraid that I won't be able to stand the heat?
Living each day with eyes wide shut
Opportunities as substantial as smoke
Thanking god for what I have
Lips sealed for dreams unspoke
Sands of time slip through my grasp
All I have, is it enough?
Aspirations mumur under my skin
But is it fragile or resistantly tough?
Knowing I could be so much more
Safety shrouds me from gambled chances
Doubt the poison rope binding my hands
Blindfolded from passing chances
Sweetpea's poems
A collection of thoughts and random musings...
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1 comments:
Hi Erin!
I thought I'd finally check out your blogs as I've set up mine & about 2 post them ;)
So, you are poet! You truly are a person of depth, courage & compassion!
The last line if this poem seems to sum everything you know about yourself. That door is just waiting for the key to be turned and the door of new opportunity to be open.
As they say in our practice:
- there are no limitations to what we can be
- safety - a protection: do we really need? Are we not alive in this present moment
- "turning poison into medicine"
- the blindfold of our past holding us back, that hesitation of going through those doors of opportunity, those chances...infinite chances
Thanks for sharing!
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