There was a time when I ran away from fear,
Then fear controlled me.
Until I learned to hold fear like a newborn.
Listen to him, but don’t give in.
Honor Him, but not love him.
Fear couldn’t stop me anymore.
I entered the storm with courage.
I’m still afraid,
But he doesn’t have me.
There was a time when
I was ashamed of who I was.
I invited shame to my heart.
I let her burn.
She told me, ” I’m just trying
Protect your vulnerability “.
I thanked shame,
And I went into life anyway,
Shameless, with shame as my mistress.
There was a time when I had a lot of sadness
I asked her out and play.
I cried oceans.
My tear ducts were dry.
And I found the joy right there.
Right in the center of my sadness.
It was the grief you taught me to love.
There was a time when I had anxiety.
A mind that wouldn’t stop.
Thoughts that do not silenciavam.
So I stopped trying to silence them.
And I quit my mind
I went to earth,
To the mud.
Where I was hugged strongly
Like a tree, unshakable, safe.
There was a time when anger burned in the depths.
I called anger into the light of myself.
I felt your shocking power.
I let my heart beat and my blood boil.
I finally heard.
And she shouted, ” respect yourself fiercely now!”.
” speak your truth with passion!”
” say no when you mean no!”
” walk your way with courage!”
” let no one speak for you!”
Anger became a sincere friend.
A sincere guide
A beautiful wild child.
There was a time when loneliness cut deeply.
I tried to distract myself and numb myself.
I ran to people, places and things.
I even pretended I was happy.
But then I couldn’t run anymore.
And I fell into the heart of loneliness.
And I died and reborn
In an exquisite solitude and stillness.
It connected me to all things.
So I wasn’t alone, but alone with my life.
My heart one with all other hearts.
There was a time when I ran away from hard feelings.
Now they are my advisors, friends, friends,
And they all have a home in me
And they all belong and have dignity.
I’m sensitive, soft, fragile
My arms involved all my inner children.
And in my sensitivity, power.
In my fragility, an unshakable presence.
Deep in my wounds
What I had called “darkness”,
I found a burning light
It guides me now in battle.
I became a warrior
When I turned to myself.
And I started listening.
– Jeff Foster