Unafraid

I was fearless once.

When my words spilled out recklessly,

wild, untended – a garden let loose.

Nothing else mattered but the words as they

grew from my deep and flowered, majestic in their exuberance.


For many sleeps my garden has been fallow…

left to a seedless season until the rain started and the deepest seed,

sown but never harvested,

brought forth the bud, pushing through the soil.


Photo by Sushobhan Badhai

Tips of green break the cement-like ground and lick up the steadfast precipitation,

survival paramount.


The seed, thirsty for the sun, bursts free,

maturing at breakneck speed and I stumble,

falling into the sodden soil.


The vine wraps me in its embrace and I shut off from

all but this moment,

waiting,

finally unafraid,

as that which was always there

awakens

revealing all I was, all I am

and all I will be.

Miriam E. Miles

2 thoughts on “Unafraid

  1. Wow Miriam! you are amazing! mental health is a huge thing to tackle and any help is a blessing thanks for sharing your insight I am intrigued and will keep reading your writings πŸ™πŸΌπŸ™πŸΌπŸ™πŸΌ

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