These words dwell in the chambers of my soul,
long withheld in fear of their importance.
Eternity does not yield her cloak,
nor turn her face from Life,
so neither shall I.
Faith, thought lost, shall not betray me
but return to me what I have sought.
Love will not be easy as it is thought to be.
Enduring the trials set forth by life
shall I find all truth within.
Continuing to stand by his side
shall be the anchor of my passion.
From this grounding I can channel forth,
gather my strength for the grueling roads ahead.
I must face all fears and embrace them,
enfold my heart around its writhing tempo,
still the breath that races.
I shall not withdraw words spoken,
only try to justify them and learn,
be educated by the consequences they force.
Instead of chaining myself to fear,
I shall stake myself to this garden of emotion
that flourishes within this heart of mine.
Thus I shall be free to wander
the hallways and chambers of the world.
Henceforth I will call upon his hand of friendship,
so cautiously outreaching,
to clasp it so gently, lovingly, in my own.
It will be here and now
that my life will change.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017