Haunted
forward
by a future
unfolding
in dark cobwebbed corners
of imagination
and dank musty caverns
of unfounded worry.
The phantasms
conjured there
feed on fear of
what may be,
what could happen,
what might take place;
and frighten us
away from
the beauty
of what is
and the hope
of what will be.
Rise up;
ring boldly
the bells of becoming
to signal
to any and all that
“It is me!
I am here!
Nothing and
no one
possesses the power
to stop me
from living
this magnificent mystery
of life!”
Then,
step boldly into
what’s next
and
who you
have yet to be.
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