Write about a time when your bravery or curiosity was stronger than your fear. If it moves you, dance it out.
When I was finally settling my feet on the grounds of my dreams I wrote this poem. For I recognised myself that I had chosen a difficult route, and I remember asking myself then (as I still do now), if I could ever turn the other way and save myself the trouble. And then and all the times nowadays my answer remains the same.
Untitled. 22 June 2018. Written on the back of a makisan order sheet, on a bus ride home.
But would you let yourself do that?
You will fear,
you will fracture under your own weight,
your protruding veins as reminders.
But you wouldn't.
You wouldn't give up-- you couldn't.
Because you know deep down that there is hope.
That there is a slice of possibility that you could be made for something beyond yourself.
That your heart will never be satisfied with half-heartedness
No, you will dance till your soles are worn through
You will work till you are soaked in sweat
And your eyes will never stop yearning to see more
Your mind never stopping in its hope of creating
I told you, and you know it,
The part which hurts most is what keeps you alive.
Untitled. 22 June 2018. Written on the back of a makisan order sheet, on a bus ride home.
But would you let yourself do that?
You will fear,
you will fracture under your own weight,
your protruding veins as reminders.
But you wouldn't.
You wouldn't give up-- you couldn't.
Because you know deep down that there is hope.
That there is a slice of possibility that you could be made for something beyond yourself.
That your heart will never be satisfied with half-heartedness
No, you will dance till your soles are worn through
You will work till you are soaked in sweat
And your eyes will never stop yearning to see more
Your mind never stopping in its hope of creating
I told you, and you know it,
The part which hurts most is what keeps you alive.
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