Laden with burdens from an ancestral past
Tears strolling down your cheeks
With each footprint on your path
Joy becomes unrecognizable
As you feel responsible for the pain of others.
Who was it that taught you to live this way?
Freedom of self becomes an abandoned vision
That only mystics can obtain
The mountain too high to climb
The heart too heavy to forgive
Fragments of a life not lived strewn across the landscape
Of your inner humanity
Will your unworthiness be your only legacy?
Only you can decide.
Perhaps the precipice is not as steep as you think it is
Perhaps the tempest is merely a gentle rain cloud
Disguised as darkness
To test your faith
To make you believe that one step forward into the light
Worthiness waits to greet you.
I’ll be waiting there for you.