We the gatekeepers
of our originality. We choose—to liberate, or to oppress—all that is beautiful & creative within us.
One thought of rejection & the winds of inspiration dissipate.
The breeze-blown wave of individuality rushes back to the deep sea, hiding with all the others that are too,
secretly burning to be seen.
They eclipse amongst themselves believing the lie that safe is better than free. And in their lack of courage, they never make it to the shore. The thirsty, coastline spectators…robbed. They do not get to see the remarkable pattern in the sand that the wave would have crafted, nor the magnificent seashells & bleached driftwood & speckled pebbles. All these natural extraordinaries—stripped of their right to be gazed upon with wonder.
Paralyzed in repose, under all that unbecoming fear.
But when we choose to rush in to the shoreline, unabashedly & unashamedly …we are free & in our freedom we set the other waiting waves free.