Sometimes I wish I were different already.
That I could untie the knots in my mind, on demand.
Make my limbs reach more readily for the love that I crave.
But there’s this ravine it seems, between me and the creature I wish to be.
There’s some big long journey involved?
…Or is there?
Is that just an excuse, a story of resistance?
Did words not create this story to begin with?! As they do so many other things? As they will my freedom.
Is all I desire simply one step away?
My untrusting mind frozen in place?
I wish I could thaw it.
Perhaps I can..
Perhaps I just need to speak the warm words that will melt my trepidation.
“I am Love.
And, Fear not where your next step will land you.
And, Know that you are only everything you say you are.”
“I am (whatever you “need” to be).”
And now, move.