Fear versus the spirit

At the water's edge today, I fought the Leviathan.

Emotions - a gamut of them.

A lot of repressed anger.

Doubt.

Regret.

Shame.

I had to face an uncomfortable truth and ask myself.

How was this shit serving me?

Was it blinding rather than defining the best of me?

Was this cultivating a spirit of gratitude?

And I confronted that familiar foe, one that I've lost many a battle, but only when I failed to be true to my path.

I've only fallen.

When I've looked at myself through the prism of others... (I'm learning) as it blinds me until I become the obstacle.

That's the problem 
the hard truth -
more than
the proverbial tug 
on the root -
we have to
pull at the spirit 
but fear
won't allow us
to hear it.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes