This poem first came to my attention through a very dear friend (you know who you are) and helped me through some very trying times. It took me a number of years before I could overcome the fear and step off the rocky tower that was my life and now, nearly three years down the line, I am so glad that I did. I now have a life that is joyful and fulfilling and a partner who supports and encourages me in my aspirations.
To my partner, my friend and all those who have journeyed with me over the years, I say thank you.
Risk
F Ashton © (Rev. March 1994)
Risk is a magical cliff we build
-
a habit that costs us dear -
for when we walk to the edge of it
we feel a terrible fear.
We long to jump, to take the risk,
we desperately want to fly,
but deep inside an insidious voice
insists that we may die.
Despite the voice, if we take the step
from one of those rocky towers
we realise, as we plummet down,
that the choice to fly is ours.
We can spread our wings at any time,
we can spread them anywhere,
for the only reason we cannot fly
is because we will not dare!
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