Afraid like a little boy

Sometimes I’m afraid like a little boy

that the decisions I take are going to be questioned, argued against

I’m afraid to hear the people I have a bond with say I am wrong

that the way I do things is not at all the way to do them

that I am naïve, that I ought to behave as they deem appropriate

and in expectation of these judgments my heart starts beating so fast

and my legs shaking as though my very life depended upon them

But in these instances I forget that I am an immortal soul

I forget that perhaps I am young of age here on Earth

but my soul is ancient and wise

and knows the way of things better than anyone else

and when I doubt myself, I forget to honor my soul

I forget to honor all the experiences I’ve already gone through

that have taught me how to reach my dream

 

 

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