Hidden in the caves
Of our body,
The creases
Of our minds,
It sits and waits
for something -
anything.
It waits to be known,
to be remembered.
It collects dust on its
rough skin and still
is not recognized
by the home it lives in.
When do we learn to learn ourselves?
Each heart is a textbook -
or rather, a handmade anthology of poems.
They are contained in a library
of 6 billion. We wait to be taken home
and read cover to cover. Yet in a world
where reading is scarce,
what are the 6 billion to do?
Wait -
Wait for the right page to be turned
signaling you that it's time.
Time to become free of fear,
Time to be yourself.
But what a sense that is -
To be rid of fear!
It can no longer rule our lives at that point -
We will fearlessly chose for ourselves.
What makes us so afraid of ourselves?
Maybe we are really just afraid of our hearts,
Not just our actions.
