Feeling into my fear
That I might be destroyed
If I don’t take care of myself,
If I only serve others,
I realize that behind this fear lies my power.
I am more afraid of my power
Than another’s poison.
If I unleash what beats inside me,
Who will I be?
What will I do?
Medusa lives inside
Or someone with wild hair at least.
A harbinger of destruction and creation.
I realize that I may need to destroy myself,
In order to create my life.
Buzzing fills my body,
The energy of love and death
Reaches my fingertips.
I remember the discomfort of breathwork.
Was that hum that resulted
my internal power?
My reason for being?
When this power is unleashed
Nothing is certain.
Can I let go of the safety of my certainty?
