Who would I be…
If I wasn’t the me -
that I’ve convinced myself to be?
Perhaps it’s time to find out.
Am I willing to go explore?
Am I willing to leave the shore?
What is it that I fear…
Now - that nothing scary seems near?
Maybe it’s that I’m not special,
Maybe it’s that I’m not strong…
Maybe it’s just the fear of being wrong…
But what if I lean into Love more than fear…
What if I lean into faith… and don’t steer?
To discover, I must leave home…
And, the sadness is real as I go roam…
Let me close my eyes so that I may see…
Let me leave the shore so that I may be.
In harmony,
Nestor