No Longer Should We Fear The World,
Terrible As It Presents Itself
Permission To Be Now, As You Are.

Destined To Be A Greater Man
Empowered Woman, Take Yourself
Off The Bottom Of The Shelf.

For Too Long We Have Been,
As We Were Told, Supposed To Be.  

No Longer Do I Stand For This,
For I Know You Do Dream of Things,
Don't tell Me When You Sleep At Night
Do You Not Think Of A Better Life?

So To Does She On The Street,
So To Does He, While Swirling Neat
At Night It Keeps Them All Awake

No Longer Do We Need To Dream
Start From Wheverver You May Be
A Teacher, A Leader, A Northern Star.

We Manifest What We Tell Ourselves,
Start Drawing Up Your Perfect World
At Once You Write The Things You Need
And Persevere, You Will Succed.  

You Have Permission, Be As You Are
Terrible As It Presents Itself
No Longer Should We Fear The World

Pulsating, clawing, insidious, free.  
Instilled in others to do great things.
The higher the mountain, they warned – “You’ll fall”
You remain at the base of the summit, small

Ready to kick off from the edge,
Realize for that, you have to climb further yet.
****..
You muttered under your breath.

So pack all those bags, with things that are light
And empty the heavies, they will not oblige.
Unlearn how to run, skip, swim, jump or fly.
Focus intently on one step at a time.

Knowing each stumble, the further you slide.
Kick that foot in as if you will die.
Forget all the voices that warned you would fall
That is, as it seems

What you want after all…

The eloquence of reason, concoctions in my head.
Help me sift through life from death.
Will you, steward of the fragile mind?
Help me find the reason why?

Afterglow of the violent rains
Flooded roads and upturned terrain.
Bring me back a sense of peace.

Could I wash away like this?
Could my roots rip from the ground?
Could my cliffs and plateaus erode?

After all,
The remnants of my former self
Had no problems cracking,
like an arctic shelf.

But from that storm, from mud to sand.
The golden glow has come again
With thicker roots, and fresher soil.
All the broken things, harden your shell.

Stronger than you were before.
Steward of the fragile mind
I feel the breeze, your reason why?

To stand the storm,
The test of time.