How are scary secrets—
Which fester too long
Within dark pockets of the subconscious—
Like vultures, lurking too close for comfort?
Just as vultures
Circle round an animal
Too weakened to defend
The rawness of its festering wounds—
Dark secrets circle round a mind
Too deeply wounded to heal on its own
And if the wounded do not call out for help
It's only a matter of time
Before scary secrets—
Hovering menacingly
On the edge of conscious awareness—
Swoop in to feast
And with no relief in sight
That feast may prove fearsomely fatal
When I say fatal
I am not referring to the tragedy
I'd witnessed at the vulnerable age of three
The fatality to which I refer
Points to a tragic experience
That attacked my peace of mind
At a later time in life
As the details of this near fatal experience
Scared me out of my wits
I tucked them in a pocket
Of my conscious mind
And that scary secret will be revealed
When readiness ripens down the road
Needless to say
Life is filled with near misses
And near misses are a breeding ground
For one fearsome thought to lead to more
And thus does anxiety, left to heighten, unexplored
Gnaw at a wounded state of mind until
Every aspect of good health feels undermined
If at this point
You wonder how this train of thought
Relates to my visits from the dark poet, Poe
Well, my friends
You need wonder no more
You see, from time to time
Poe sends his raven
On missions, which remind me to declare
With clarity and conviction—
Nevermore!
Poe sends his raven
At times when I have need
To confront my fears
Poe sends his raven
At times when I have need
To stand up for myself
And shoo flocks of circling vultures away
And each time the master of dark thoughts
Lends his raven to me
Here is what you can expect to see:
You shall see the power of one
Standing, tall and strong
You shall see the power of one
Glowing with the fires of inner conviction
You shall see the power of one
Empowered by self awareness
You shall see the power of one
Empowering my voice to sing of insights
Which guide open minds toward saving friendships
Too wounded to save themselves
You shall see the power of one
Popping half baked strengths
Into the oven until clarity of thought is fully formed
You shall see the power of one
Working to develop a deeper sene of mental maturity
And ... in story after story
You shall see the ways in which
Spotlights of insight
Highlight hot spots of defensive blindness
Which had burned bafflement into my mind
Then as insights clarify deeper truths
that illuminate epiphanies
Which inspire lasting change—
You shall see why I define
Epiphanies as blasts of clarity
Which blow confusion to kingdom come
And at this point in my history
I feel safe in saying this:
Post by post
You shall see
How my pattern of tunneling through defensive walls
In hopes of absorbing deeper truths
Empowers me to quell fears, left over from
Yesteryear's brushes with doom and gloom
In short, insight is my light saber
And upon absorbing insight into my mind
You'll not hear me say:
May The Force be with you
You'll hear me say:
May THE FORCE BE WITHIN YOU
As for now
I feel instinct suggesting that
In the wake of today's post
A summary of insights
Highlighting deeper truths
May need to stream
Out of my mind and onto your screen ...
I don't know why that need doth arise
All I 'know' is this:
When my heart, mind, and gut
'Speak' as one
I recognize instinct, guiding me from within my very core ...
And though, once, I'd lacked in self trust
And ignored my little voice
Today, the raven swoops down
Perches on my shoulder and caws away
Until I am reminded to say:
NEVERMORE shall self doubt deny the voice of instinct until I hear myself out...
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