When I sat with my fear,
My crippling fear that has held me back for all of time -
As I was growing to my new edges,
Shedding another skin,
Growing the capacity of my inherent worth,
I asked myself, "Could I really be this loved?"
And this fear, it had a message.
This fear, is really just love.
This fear is love that hasn't yet found a home.
Our true essence and nature is love.
And the faces of our fear show us where love is foreign.
This fear has not been accustomed to feeling love here.
And these places I hide and avoid in myself,
Are also made of love,
You see -
Our fears are just things that we haven't yet recognised as love.
My capacity to receive and give love has grown to what I didn't know was possible.
But yet,
Here I am.
It is possible.
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