Where do our handcuffs of fear come from?
And only love can heal…well said in this poem.
Self imposed handcuffs,
our fears imprison us,
rob us of the delight
of discovery
love
creativity.
Are our fears really ours
or wayward inheritances?
April Fool gifts of our culture?
If they are mine
where did they come from?
Do they serve me well,
or cast me in a dungeon
of loss and regrets?
How do I shed these fears
and step into the worlds
of unlimited experiences?
Drink a bottle of courage?
Cling to another frightened soul?
Hide in the rabbit hole?
Cry through the night
at what might have been?
The key that unlocks
handcuffs of fear
lies within the heart,
a secret so apparent
that we miss it.
To receive and use the key
that banishes our fears
requires only our desire
and commitment to act.
For it is love in its purest form
that dissolves fear
releasing us from its prison.
It is my birthright to…
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August 13, 2014 at 5:53 pm
I try very hard not to be fearful. Not easy in a culture where there is so much to fear.
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August 13, 2014 at 6:02 pm
Agreed Lulu. It’s not easy at all. Many blessings to you. May your spirit soar!
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August 13, 2014 at 7:32 pm
What an interesting blog you have. Thank you for including Source of Inspiration here. hugs, pat
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August 14, 2014 at 12:31 am
Much thanks dear Pat! I always hope to be inspiring.
Thanks for visiting and come back again! :0) Marie
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