The other day I was going through some of my old poetry and found a poem I had written years ago, actually more like decades ago. I called it Afraid. I am not sure why it spoke to me. Perhaps it is because a friend asked me the other day what I am afraid of. So that question amongst others is what I have been meditating about this week. Sometimes I wish my brain would not be so deep and reflective, but that is how I am choosing to be at this time in my journey.
It is interesting to look back and see the things I was afraid of and how much I have grown in my journey. The poem I wrote 20 some odd years ago was about the fears I was embodying from my being given up for adoption and some of the comments I had internalized from others and allowed to become toxic in my life. Reading this poem, I am finding myself having mixed feelings. I am proud of myself for having the courage to have put my fears out there and writing about what they are and where they came from in my life. I found myself thinking about all the people in my life who I had allowed to create these feelings and then forgiving them and forgiving myself one last time. Then I thought about how proud I am for the work that I have done to release these fears. In celebration of where I am now, I have written a new poem in response to my old one.
Afraid
I
Go Through Life Afraid
            Afraid To Fail
                        Afraid To Succeed
            Afraid To Laugh
                        Afraid To Cry
            Afraid To Reach Out
                        Afraid To Be
Touched.
I Left Your Womb
            And You Left Me 
                        Afraid
Unable To Ask Why
            Going Through Life Never
Knowing
                        Why?
            Afraid To Know
                        Afraid To Get
Close
            Afraid People Will Leave
                        Afraid Of Being
Rejected
                                    Neglected
And 
                                                Unloved
            Afraid Of Being Alone Yet
                        Afraid To Be With
Others.
I Am Tired Of Being Afraid
            I Am No Longer Afraid To Cry
                        I Do That Well
But Laughter Avoids Me
            I Fear People Will Laugh At My
Laugh|
                        The Mother Person Said
“You Sound Like A Dying Seal”
            I Am No Longer Afraid To Give,
                        But I Tremble At
Receiving.
            I Tell Myself You Are Wonderful.
                        I Am So Glad You Were
Born.
                                    I Am So Glad
You Are A Little Girl.
                                                I
Will Always Be Here For You.
And
The Little Voice In The Back Of  My Head
Says Bullshit.
Released from Fear
I go through
life with freedom
            knowing how to say I can
                        instead of I cannot
            knowing I can laugh when I need
to
                        and express any
emotion I need to
            knowing I can reach out
                        and knowing I can
allow others to reach in.
I have given birth to myself
            and I will never leave 
                        or abandon myself
I no longer need to ask anyone else why
            I know the answers  I need
are within
                        me
            I am excited about getting to
know others
                        I am excited about
allowing others to know me
            whether people stay in my life
or go
                        is about them
                                    not me
                                                and
I no longer take it personally
            I can be by myself and be at
peace
                        I can be with
others and experience joy.
I am excited about how far I have come
            I can now express any emotions
or feelings I have
                        and know I am not
my feelings
I can laugh until my sides hurt
            yes I have a unique laugh once
I get going, 
                        but that is part
of what makes me, me
            I can give 
                        and I can receive.
            I remind myself that I am
greater then I can even envision.
                        that I am divine
by design because I was designed by the Divine.
                                    that the
infinite smiled the day I was born.
                                                that
I am a piece of art in process.
And the little voice in the back of my head says, “Yes you are and you are love.”
 
  
  