Tip-toeing around it
Occasionally getting a sharp piece of glass lodged in my foot
Quickly I pull it out
Being numb to the pain, for it is over ridden by fear
I can’t do it again,
I remember this pain
Then I look down
I see blood
Thousands of little shards of glass stuck to my soles of my feet
How did I not feel them?
Why, it was the fear
Larger than life in all its shadows
It had distracted me
And the very thing I feared had happened
Yet I hadn’t noticed
And I was still standing
How could it be?
If you have ever picked glass out of your feet, you know
You know the time it takes to gently remove each little sliver
The eyesight it takes to see the invisible thorns
The patience it takes to continue to dig until the sliver is out
And you still do it
For you know if you do not take time to remove each piece
It will hurt more, lodge deeper in your sole
And when you’re finished
Your feet are still sore
Don’t worry though,
They too, will heal completely
And maybe you learned a few things~
Maybe you learned that fear is an illusion
That the very thing you fear, might not be as painful as the fear itself
If you have ever picked glass out of your feet, you know
You know the time it takes to gently remove each little sliver
The eyesight it takes to see the invisible thorns
The patience it takes to continue to dig until the sliver is out
And you still do it
For you know if you do not take time to remove each piece
It will hurt more, lodge deeper in your sole
And when you’re finished
Your feet are still sore
Don’t worry though,
They too, will heal completely
And maybe you learned a few things~
Maybe you learned that fear is an illusion
That the very thing you fear, might not be as painful as the fear itself
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