Sometimes, I need to remove my glasses to think,
For some reason, everything becomes slightly more clearer.
Today more than ever, I felt like a conversation was due.
I humbled myself, closed my eyes and my soul spoke.
She knows it all, you know.
I knew what she was saying, I just never articulated it so perfectly.
So, as I held my head in my hands,
I heard the answers,
Slid my glasses off and listened.
When did I arrive at this place?
Who is this person?
I was always fearless, jumping then looking for safety.
When did I get so guarded and scared?
When did I let fear become a friend?
Who is she?
My soul seemed to ask.
I haven't touched this page in months.
Haven't read through it till now.
There are stories bursting at their seams inside my heart,
They are asking me to release them.
I am ready.