You are not your fears.
Undo this cult of the Self;
Its bedding like oxygen
To your deepest shackling fears
Weaving itself through your hair
Like destiny rooted in doom.
Your dark locks like tree barks
Ought to reflect that you are a child of Life, too.
Undo your cult to the Ailing Self
Let it teach you,
Not dictate to you.
And even if you are stuck in the bad,
The landscape around you still allows for motion.
You are capable of transformation,
Of access to equilibrium.
This capacity…
It exists.
So believe in it,
In Yourself.
In The Self,
That which is capable of wonders,
My dear.
Dare to burn and live.
© MFA. 2022
