Glory permeates through fissures.
Calling.
Echoing.
Light seeps through edges,
Hinting possibilities.
Parasites of doubt
Devour truth.
Darkness of the mind and heart;
Fear.
Uncertainty.
It is not rock solid.
Only as strong as wanted
Or needed.
Pangs of guilt invade.
Privilege,
Opportunities,
Entitlement,
Shroud truth.
No exemption.
I confess,
I am by far the least intelligent,
Yet
I know something about starting over.
My pearl of wisdom
Is,
Never be ashamed
For how YOU feel,
Despite of what it may be.
YOU cannot be at fault.
Emotions:
Fine.
Especially when YOU care deeply.
Despite awareness.
Why is it so hard to be honest?
To start over?
Going through the door:
Simple,
Scary.
Remember,
YOU have been here before.
Done this before.
Come to the door.
Heart will guide,
Rest will follow;
Your body,
All of the parts building off one another again,
Collaborating.
Remembering all of this.
Knowing all of this.
I leave the rest to YOU .
The door is not locked,
But it can remain closed if you want it to.