To Be Fearless

Tippy-toeing on broken glass
Holding new life in my hands
Walking through the creepy forest

of fairy tale lore

Grasping
Wailing
Bleeding
From fear that holds me hostage

Like a rattlesnake poised to strike
Like the family home set ablaze
Like falling in love
For the very first time

Catching air with my fingers
Embracing tightly to a reality
That yields its soul to a memory
now faded

I rise
But only in this outer shell
Inside I am bowed low
Fighting the frailty of my humanity

Yearning to prove to the world
Yet mostly to myself
that I am still
Boundless
Blameless
Relentless
Fearless

I fail
Again
Spinning on the wheel of try-hards and do-betters
I falter
I fall
I come short of the glory

In the hollow echoes of

my empty cries
my lonely nights
Praying
Hoping
Longing for redemption
Grace
Wholeness
Healing

There I am conformed
Transformed
Reformed
into Imago Dei
The Great I AM
knowing that this mercy
for THIS morning
Has arrived

And tomorrow

is another day
to shed this skin
all
over
again.

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