When you are little, and you get scared, you run to your Mommy whose
warm embrace makes it all better, makes you feel safe again. Who is
supposed to comfort us when we are grown, and have children of our own?
Who do we run to when we are afraid?
I have friended fear. Fear didn't friend me. Fear is indifferent, it doesn't need you as much as you need it—fear already has MANY friends. Once you welcome fear into your house, it wears you like a second skin. Even on your best days, you sense it, feel it, you smell it, it lingers, waiting to grab hold of your thoughts and ruin you. Fear, it changed me. It changed my whole life.
Fear is everything Love isn't and so much more. Fear grows roots in the head, not the heart. The heart is where Love resides, and always will. Fear is loud, Love speaks in whispers. Fear plants doubt, Love spreads hope. Fear paralyzes, Love is movement. Fear and Love, the head and the heart, the struggle is almost cliché and as old as time itself.
Today
I am afraid, for far too many reasons that are out of my control. I know better, and yet, I want to forget everything and run. I wish I were a little girl again,
where all fear could be erased and all monsters melted away, by placing
my head against my mother's heart.
Peace
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