A river will bite
at the bank that bars its way.
Backed up against the wall of itself…
I want to say it’s alright.
I want to say you can sleep now,
but then I think of Rumi…
It’s not too late
to go to wild places,
alone,
and unafraid…
Your words, a candle
on a bare wooden sill,
talisman
against the baying night.
In the heart of fear
lies fearlessness.
In the eye of the hurricane,
stillness presides…
Be not silent.
Do not sideline yourself
to the imagined power of another.