Pebbles and Stones
Did you know,
Fear is a little pebble
That hides in a pocket
Of the heart?
Taking up space
That should be reserved
For the sweetest love?
The pebble,
Can not stay-
Of its own accord.
Instead requires
Active participation
Of its holding.
The longer its held,
The bigger it grows,
From a small fear/pebble,
Into a larger stone.
And there,
It feels heavy-
Slowing the beat
of this life…
Until the only thing
That can be felt-
Is fear –
A stuck-i-ness…
A stunted heart,
cannot grow-
or heal,
Only tries to thump
To survive…
But all its doing –
Is getting harder-
And smaller-
And tighter-
Inside.
Then all you feel,
is a cold, hard-
Stone.
You’re left wondering
Where the rhythm-
and the life and
the joy is?
Where is the flow
That knows
Where to go?
When I said-
“I love you
– with all my heart,”
I lied. I cried.
For the pebble-
Was there-
Inside.
Taking up space,
Meant for greatness-
I pondered why?
Had I held onto that
fear so tightly?
It was because
in case…
I braced,
For impact,
Instead,
It shadowed,
Every.
Moment.
And when there
Was no longer room
For my love and the stone,
I had to choose.
To love
or to be stoned-
To death.
I let go of
that fear,
this morning.
It was beautiful,
Like an anchor,
Abandoned,
Then I was left
To float away,
Without a course to
Return,
To the person I
Once was, with-
Pebbles and
Stones.
I now drift on,
Letting love lift me,
To the heavens,
Into paradise,
Living in bliss.
Without those fears,
Or doubts,
Cast or held
Without these weights…
Where can we go,
What can we achieve?
Up, up, and away?
Greatness awaits.
–Daisy Nguyen
Author.Writer. Poet.
In search of the deep end.
