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For a moment ~
I'm paralyzed by fear.
Fear of what? The past? The future?
The past was not so long ago.
The future remains unsure.
No. It is now that I fear.
Afraid of the minutes that'll follow the instant
That I step through that door.
What I must face.
What I have to accept.
What I need to know.
The tension within remains.
Deeply buried ~ as I hide my emotions.
Appearing confident and cool.
Relaxed ~ to all who see.
Refusing to allow my insecurity to surface.
Refusing to be intimidated.
I hold my own, without falter.
No longer afraid ~
I put this behind me.
A flood of tears. Relief.
Now, I know ~
I am sure ~
I can let go.
© copyright 2005 by Yagottalikit
Yagotta get it soft and wet so we can kick/stick it
12/22/2005 9:16 pm
You'll be fine... Happy Holidays!!!|
12/23/2005 3:42 pm
She is fine...in fact this woman is amazing! I have received the best christmas present I could ever ask for, and christmas came early this year!|
12/24/2005 11:36 pm
MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!|
and keep blogging.
I am not dead yet
12/30/2005 8:14 pm
I just discovered your blog. You must have experienced a lot of pain but you seem to have come through strong and sane. It's very interesting reading, keep up the good writing. Happy new year.|
1/3/2006 10:40 am
Ask not for whom the bell tolls. For the Bell tolls for all of us.
We are all fearfull and hesitant.
As our foot slides over the threshold from the side of the know and begins to enter the unknown your internal bell sounds off. At the ear peircing tone one hits a wall of hesitation.
We hesitate due to fear.
Fear not of the unknow.
Yet, fear of the decision that we have already made.
Fear of oneshelf. How can I be so dark as to choose this path.
Paralized for only a single monent in time.
A life time of decisions are made in that single moment.
One grain of sand that passes through the hourglass of time.
This grain of sand shall not fall straight.
Which direction shall it fall.
Whom shall be allowed to have a say and shape its route.
In your moment of hesitation you shall decide its path.
A bead of sweat breaks my brow.
I enter the confirmation code.
Soon, oh so soon I shall hit the post icon.
Forethought effort detirmination.
The sweat cascades down my forehead I see the grain of sand fall and land precisely where I intended it to go.
It is done.
My post is taken off by the wind.
To what will my unknow new friendship bring.
Dont be fearfull, go gentely into that goodnight.