Do it Scared
Lips unmoved, walk your truth, speak volumes
Ripple the waters
Find your feet, your breath and the life inside your chest
Tend to what matters- To the You on Your death bed
Pause often
Touch the arms of those who speak fast and anxious, because they have forgotten
See your own lostness in their eyes and smile with love, at the reflection
Find your home, wether it is in a lover, friend or the bones of a land who calls you son or daughter
Listen to your deepest ache, and do not run from her
Remember, you belongAnd your home, wether through a dream, a breeze or a voice
Will give you a compass and a map to its doorstep
When you love, do it with a wildness that escapes all shackles and cages, and ravages the pain out of your lover
And let them do the same, let yourself be raptured
Sacrifice hate, worry, doubt and guilt often
Eat your meals, and drink your wine with those who quake the table with their laughter
With those who's words water you
And who's ideas feed your betterment
And awaken you
Don’t sit this one out, because you think you have another day
Pursue what moves you to smiles and tears and trembling
Don’t try to conquer fear, just do it scared
The reward is a life worth living
.- Larissa Joy Roberts
Read the full blog on my adventures in Morocco, and everything that inspired this poem Here!
Comments