The Path

 Storms ahead, wind behind
and water all around.
Sometimes, the path I choose
is harder to be found.

I can't go back, I must go forward,
but I do not see
the way that leads to better places,
better ways to be.

And so I carry on,
the blind leading the blind,
hoping to discover
a truth I seek to find.

Yes, this path is scary,
what lies ahead unclear.
And often I'm surrounded
by anxiety and fear.

But what if fear can teach me,
what if fear can be my guide,
showing me the things I often
bury deep inside?

Fear, you're present now
and it seems you're here to stay.
So I will stop and listen to
what you may have to say.

I know that you're just trying
to protect me from the pain.
But storms no longer scare me.
I love dancing in the rain!

So shower me with all you've got
and I will take the flood
of all the things that I've suppressed,
the thoughts entrenched in mud.

Then I will will build a castle
with my bare hands from the ground,
with jewels that were buried deep
once lost that now are found.

And I will walk on water
with my spirit lifted high.
No longer weighed down heavy, 
I know I was born to fly.