Hello lovely readers and fellow human beings! How’s your day going so far?
I was just flipping through an old notebook and found the following poem. I don’t often (if ever) write poetry, but in the last few years I have found myself spontaneously putting pen to paper in an attempt to express something about myself or the emotions I’m feeling at the time. As far as this poem goes, I’m still stood on the mountain of fear, but I have taken my first brave few steps towards the valley below.
Mountain of fear
I’m stood on a mountain
All on my own
I’m scared of my shadow
I’m scared I might fall
Who will be there, to catch me when I stumble?
And yet the view is magnificent from up here
I see new places for me to explore
I see sunshine and happiness and love
I see beautiful rich colours
If the mountain is my fears, the valley below is my dreams
Step by step I will descend into joy
Not prize-winning by any means! But still, I quite like it. I remember not really being in control of the words that came out. They just sort of poured out of their own accord. I like this, because it reminds me that there is such a thing as a subconscious mind to be listened to and respected. Our subconscious can teach us a lot about who we are and what we want for ourselves. If we don’t take the time to listen, we might find ourselves feeling very lost indeed. So give it a go. Just take a blank piece of paper and a pen and see what appears on the page. Don’t be afraid of what you might write, and don’t judge yourself for it. It is what it is, and you are who you are. And there ain’t nothing wrong with that!
Peace out! x