Traveler on Choices

 

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud

was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Anais Nin

Sometimes when the

worst of calamities happens,

all that we can choose

is how we rise.

Those are the days of fire and ice

that hone us,

push us to make the leap,

and make us wise.

Dear fellow voyager,

if you are clinging

to the very end

of the very last branch

on the tree,

in fear of falling,

just rest, and trust

life's cycle.

All will be well,

and help will come

to thee.

Remember, Traveler,

this is the soul's journey.

If we lock ourselves away

too high a price

we'll pay.

Safety can in time

become a prison.

We sometimes travel blind

to find our way.

At first you think

you'll never trust another,

for he might wound you

like the last, who was untrue.

But in the end

you're likely to discover

the only one

you need to trust

is you.

Despite ourselves,

that early sun will warm us,

and slowly we'll unfurl

those icy leaves.

We have to grow.

To stay the same will harm us.

We're at our best

when we

the most believe.

A bud may wish to stay closed

for a season.

If it fails to open, it withers

on the vine.

Unfurl your bud.

Come out to meet

the sunshine.

Expand in the warmth,

dear little bud.

It's time.

for Mary's prompt at What's Going On - Choices. Traveler has learned a thing or two about choices. The phrase "too late smart" springs to mind. LOL. This poem is an updated version from my Traveler series.