snow so deep, so soft
even the me who thinks she’s not good enough
laughs, whoops, falls, rises
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snow so deep, so soft
even the me who thinks she’s not good enough
laughs, whoops, falls, rises
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry, self-doubt on November 4, 2016| 5 Comments »
There is a night you must travel,
alone, of course, though perhaps
there is someone asleep next to you.
The darkness knows exactly what
to say to snap every sapling of hope
that has dared to grow. It poisons
the gardens, even kills the prettier weeds.
For me, it hisses, though perhaps
you have heard a different voice.
The effect is always the same—
a self-doubt that grows up like thorns
around a fabled castle. What
you wouldn’t give for sleep.
But it is the awakeness that saves you—
the way that the doubt works
like an unforgiving mirror
and shows you all the places
that most need your attention.
It was never the fairies who bestowed the gifts,
it was doubt all along that entered
you and blessed you so that when
at last the morning came, you were
ready to rise and meet the world, ready
to be your own true love, flawed
though you are, ready to commit
more deeply to serving a story
greater than your own.