I used to think that climbing mountains, running into burning buildings and wrestling spiders was the ultimate act of bravery . Yet in recent days I have come to realise that accepting oneself and ones past has to be the greatest , bravest thing any individual can choose to do.
To stand and face the shadow that has tormented you for decades, to speak its name and cut off its head as David did Goliath takes a supernatural act of bravery.
Yet following this bravery can come a feeling of fear. Of 'What have I done? ' , of 'What have I loosed?' .
With that in mind I put this together in my head as I drove to work.
Take back, Retract, Rewind
Richocheting through my mind
Ripping veils viciously
Not having grasped the gravity
Of that which stole my sanity .
Facing the enemy instead of pretending he is not there requires both honesty and bravery. I'm thinking at the moment that it is impossible to conquer the giant(s) in our lives until we acknowledge their existence and that is exactly what you have done.