All of the blogging advice I’ve read recommend posting often, but I am already experiencing writer’s block!
Because of this, I am posting a poem I wrote a week or two ago. Fundraising $15,000 is, at least for me, a daunting task. I feel uncertain at times of whether I can pull it off, so I put my pen down to paper and wrote a poem called “Hidden” in the hopes that I could put my fears to rest. I am trying to make friends with my fears and trepidations by changing my perspective, viewing them, instead, as opportunities for growth and strength of character. The poem is about uncertainty of the future, but there are plenty of other ways you might be able to relate to it.
Nothing is ever black and white.
The truth lies hidden in moving shadows
Beneath the rustling of the trees,
In the confusion of light
Reflected on the pavement,
Battling through the wind and leaves.
If only time forever stood still
And the air would calm to a breeze,
So we could hold the intangible
Within our blind and grasping hands;
So that we could perceive with our eyes
What exists but remains invisible,
And stand in the false peace of certainty –
An extension of our misguided pride.
Until we are no longer fools,
Our eyes search and squint,
Bleary and wearied from the effort,
Catching glimpses of what could be,
Of truth blessed by humility
On the other side of the veil.
Truth and darkness, truth or darkness.
What will be seen when those eyes open
And never close again?
