No Visible Means of Support

by HemmingPlay

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When we grow skeptical of the comfortable

And slip under the velvet ropes of fear

sliding out over darker waters,

But still afraid, that’s when we grow.

Three times three times three,

Nine times nine times nine,

These are the inexorable multipliers of change.

There is no way to connect the dots looking ahead.

We can only connect them by looking back

At our footsteps in the shifting sands.

 

Our timid selves, still digging their toes in the sand and calling to us,

Seem safe, but choosing safety only is always a kind of death.

But…. It looks so much better there on shore.

 

But those who stay on the shore will never know the thrill,

Out on the deep waters where there is no bottom,

Where we realize that we’re not sinking, even though

We cannot yet see a visible means of support.

 

6 Comments to “No Visible Means of Support”

  1. I needed exactly this today. We’re not sinking – yes! Love it. ❤

  2. This is very very moving. love it

  3. A Fine Write, my Friend . . .

  4. Such an uplifting poem! Growing pains of this sort aren’t pleasant but I believe it’s totally worth it.

  5. It’s so true. Very good insight.

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