Is not an emotion.
It’s a smokescreen, obscuring
Something bigger, deeper,
Instead of yielding to this imposter,
Fear whispers to you to give in, hide
And remain where you’ve always been:
Yearning for something else
You know is possible,
Something is waiting for you,
The version of yourself you wish you could be.
A promise of greatness,
You know so well,
It can’t be found
If you don’t take the chance to look.
For growth. For accomplishment.
There are great things waiting for you
If you stop holding yourself back
Waiting for someone or something else
To reach out—
To tell you what to do.
Look closely at what makes you resist, shrink back, conform
And push through to what lies beyond.
It’s the secret to everything.
To everything you’ve wanted all along.