There was a time you stared at your monsters, filled with fear and intimidation. You couldn’t bare to look them in the eye. You saw yourself as unworthy, undeserving, and incapable. The fear was so strong you pleaded with them to let you go. The fear lingered for quite some time, and you allowed them to control you. You saw no way out but to surrender. Then an angel suddenly appeared whispering silently in your ear. The angel said all is well, you’re on the right path, and just continue to persevere. The fear turned into a fuel for courage and boldness, as you went to bed, with the monsters beneath your bed. As you were drifting into sleep, the monsters no longer scared you, as you remembered the whisper in your ear. Every time the monsters tried to wake you, you returned to the whisper in your ear. You then looked at them squared in the eye with no intimidation, just laughter at the fear you gave them. You then said an angel saved my life, and I dared to believe. Danny G.
If We Can Be Children Again (Poem)
When we’re newborns and toddlers,
We’re so eccentric and authentic,
Eager and ecstatic,
To start living our life.
Gazing at the night sky,
We ponder the brilliance,
An amazing masterpiece,
A great work of art.
There must be some force,
That created this world,
That’s giving me breath,
That’s protecting me and cares.
Unrelenting faith,
Always eager,
To tackle the day.
Persistent and relentless,
Pessimism is a term,
We know nothing about.
And then we grow up,
Observing and forgetting,
Somehow down the path,
Of self prophecy and setbacks,
We convince ourselves of deception,
Of every lie of misconception.
And then strip by strip,
As we remove the layers,
As though peeling an onion,
Our eyes begin to burn,
Until we can’t take anymore.
If we can be children,
Remember what we knew,
So deep in our heart,
In our childlike soul.
That life is a playground,
We make it as we want.
Then look back,
Smile and reminisce,
The journey above all,
We’re conquerors from the start.