What if it sits like a stone in your heart?
Every. Single. Day.
Until you do that thing you’re called to do.
What will you do until then?
How will you spend the currency of your finite days
looking at the clock, busying yourself
while you wait for perfection.
What never works in distraction.
Even then you feel it staring at you.
This stone of your passion, pervasive,
invading every little crumb of you.
You already know what to do.
You’ve got to begin.
Put some color on the canvass,
write a word, a scribble, anything.
Risk yourself for the sake of freedom.
Relieve your heart of this weight now.
This is truth:
That when you begin,
your wings will come,
but not ‘till then.
February 21, 2014 at 7:00 pm
Thank you, Yvette!
February 15, 2014 at 7:29 pm
Lovely and so empowering. I love the question, suggestion format. Keep writing and sharing, Shoshana.
February 15, 2014 at 4:46 pm
I enjoyed it, please continue. I wait as you pen many more stories to your blog.