Todays Journal post is poetry Titled:
It is never too late
I still breath
I still see the dream of a life I want to live.
Does it matter that It hovers beyond my tangible reality?
Shadow shows itself encouraging self sabotage and despair
We look face to face, Shadow, and I, but this time I am not afraid
I call out with firm conviction,
“I do not scare so easily. Now whether you will excuse me or not my attention belongs elsewhere.”
It is never too late
This I genuinely believe
I call the violet flame knowing there is no one to blame
For the choices I have made as an adult.
All that has been,
all that is now; a privilege.
Today I leap with faith
That I may have a tomorrow
Dreams are precious
I hold mine close to my heart; not on my sleeve
Far too many were torn asunder
leaving me to weep and grieve.
My dream my vision my purpose lives on
It burns with a reassuring warmth
Make no mistake
a step at a time is all it will take
It is never too late to be free
Open heart, open mind
It is never too late to be me.
love Astara
Concluding thoughts
This poem is for all of us who have allowed the shadow of self sabotage to trip us up. It is never to late to get back up and find your footing.
Experiencing a long life has taught me that this is so.
Our shadows have much to teach us. It is up to us to learn from them, to let go of what is no longer useful, and choose to be free.
There are times to share new found courage and creativity but there are also times when we must keep them close to the heart.
Think of a new shoot emerging from the earth. It needs healthy conditions and proper care to grow.
We are not so different, you and I, the tender hearted. Take care
love Astara
