Coming of age

At 17, power swarming out of my very cells,

I poised on the brink,

toes lined up on the edge, arms overhead

ready to swan dive into womanhood.

My parents tried valiantly

to restrain me,

chain me static to a boulder

in the middle of the raging river.

So I learned to go deeper,

to know that all things pass.

Why are those around us so frightened

when we step to the edge of the high dive,

hearts pounding, energy crackling?

I resented their interference for decades,

caught in what-ifs,

doing exactly what they forbade

in a futile attempt to be free.

How can we become present

to our power, our glory?

It is so evident in hindsight,

and I am lost to today

while I ponder it all.

This, too, will pass.

My energy circles in this moment.

There is nothing to solve

in the past or the future.

There is no problem in the present.

Here is only constant choice:

embrace or deny,

connect or disengage.

Only one path offers

the surprising, adrenaline-filled leap

to tomorrow

and the stunned faces of our loved ones

in reluctant, astonished applause.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: static


Published by

Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s