If I were fearless,
I’d say only what I mean,
just that and only that.
If I were fearless,
I’d walk with head, chin,
and chest held high.
If I were fearless,
I’d breathe slower
deeper breaths.
If I were fearless,
I’d look so, so much more
with open eyes and heart,
yearning for discovery…
growth…
… home.
If I were fearless….
I would be a man
that has counted the cost
that has seen both sides of the coin
that has known the heights of abundance and joy
that has plundered the pit caves of want and fear.
I would be a man
who has been to both worlds
who has conversed with their gods
and combated their monsters.
I would be a man so sure of himself and
and the certainty of his sacred mission.
I would be a man undeterred, a mountain,
courage unmovable, very source of rock.
I would be a man that did not fear failure.
I would be a man deeply afraid of none but one,
and that is Myself
and my containment of all things
and my Shadow a known reality
and my will to act as power of gods.
I would be a man keenly aware
that the only serious threat
to achieving a life fully lived
and lived well, is……. Myself.
I would be a man of divine formation, placed in gardens East of here.
© Charlie Young, 2020. All rights reserved.
