Fingers of doubt reach out
Trying to get a grip.
Touching my skin,
I tremble at their old familiar touch
Fingers of distrust
poke through the landscape
screaming across empty plains
and still forests
Trying to shake my resolve
I stand my ground
Give them nothing to hold onto.
There are no receptacles for their inept warnings.
Safe, because I know who I am
My center is grounded
The fingers of doubt and distrust
withdraw and dissolve
When we don’t need the answers
Live like water and let life flow through us.
By Deborah E. Dayen
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This is pertinent and so on time, Deb. Thank you for sharing this.
You’re welcome trE! Thanks for reading. Glad it said something to you. 🤗
YES! “I stand my ground…Safe, because I know who I am. My center is grounded
And aware.” I love this!
Thanks JoAnna! Learning how to chase that stuff away!