It can be the medicine you need in the midst of a wildfire,
That emotional upheaval that tears through your spirit
One wound at a time.
Fear understands struggle,
It understands pain,
It understands emptiness.
What it doesn’t understand is your reluctance
To acknowledge it and
Own it as a part of you.
Who the hell told you love and fear don’t belong in the same story?
Your medicine is your own.
Carry it with respect.
Wield it with honor.
In remembering where it came from
You give it the life it was meant to live and the purpose it was meant to serve.