Hiding
Hiding.
Life in Black and white, in merges of grey.
Breathe deep, hold, and exhale.In an upswell of gripping and fearing and reaching.Reaching so far for a ripping of color and texture and depth. For life outside of the current. Air that must taste different. Smells that inhale in a new way. For goose bumps, and tingles to deaded skin.
But then come the fears:“What if I am not enough? What if I am so small? What is there is just too much of it and not enough of me? What if I give it all I have and in the end it all just comes out wrong?”
But brace deep. Clench down.
Fight hard. Push back.
Because there is life, there is something that is so exciting outside of the your small world-and you can choose to know about the amazing colors, beatiful smells, and biting bitter tastes against the tounge.
But be warned, the fight is bitter. It is sorrow. The feelings are deep. The tears are stinging. It does not come without a fight, and it must be a good one, one that speaks of courgage and glory. A fight that speaks of a freedom to be won.
Sweat on brow.
Muslces exhausted.
Teeth clentched.
Swinging in purity until there is nothing left to fight against.
But you listen to me, don’t you let down. Because the air out here is sweet. The colors are so deep. It is something to be drunken in over a lifetime. And the sting is not as bad as it seems at first. The freedom brings chills. The life is more than you can bear to hold in. He who beckons you out will not let you fall so far.
You know so much don’t you really when you think about it. It is all not so hard to understand - you tell yourself. I know that it is all so simple and should be just a blink of an eye or a flit of the wrist.
but, a bat of an eye will not do it justice.
It must be reached for.
It must be sought after.
It must be pressed.
And you’ll stand back heaving.
Because when it is all over, and thebattle is won.
The vivid colors of life are not merges of grey.There is color in the life, and it is then, you will find that, indeed you have left the hiding.