POETRY
Being Open to Reaching Out
Gotta be brave to live!
Being a loner is a choice, happening at odd moments over the days and months until it hardens into a lifestyle where it feels comfortable or familiar.
And the payoffs? What do we gain from living on the sidelines, showing up but not playing?
How does it help and how does it hinder?
Your answer might be worded differently than mine, but a common thread unites us lone wolves sniffing around but not joining the hunt.
Courage. Or lack of it.
Sometimes, I just lack the courage to love, to be open, vulnerable to offer my heart.
But quivering in anticipated fear of abandonment saps my energy,
so I choose to flex my underused courage, tucked in the shadows of my heart,
one beat at a time reaching out, teasing myself open.
“Courage is the first of human virtues because it makes all others possible.” Aristotle
“Keep me open to receive healthy love, give me the courage to offer genuine love.”






