A little poem as therapy (for myself) this month.
Vanquish
Stand and face the fear
you stand for your truth
something that could never stay inside
indefinitely
it would fester, eating caverns in your gut
twisting your face into a scowl
making your limbs weak from lack of use
making you shake with impatient hands
take heart from your lessons
take love from you ancestors
make one small step and then another
do not seek approval or even acceptance
rejection is as real as praise
your offering must just be that
a piece of your soul
made manifest in cloth, in words, in song
lay it down and back away
vanquish doubt
be grateful for having the chance to create
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