Poem -

Story Maker, Story Breaker

What are your biggest fears,

Why are you hesitating,

What is the worst thing that can happen to you?

In a world built upon bricks of fear and uncertainty, 

we are a mere shadow of the people we strive to be. 

Instead of standing at the edge of that cliff, the wind sweeping away the regret and pain, filling us with new air, new breath, new life

Something so great it is unimaginable,

We sit in the cave depths stewing in our past mistakes, so tired and afraid, as the darkness becomes the essence of our souls. 

In this life,

We are the makers of the stories, the shapers of the present, the malleable material that forms the future of our lives, the lives of others, and the direction of the world.

We are all acting out the characters formed by our life,

yet in the midst of it all we forgot how to be bold. 

Coldness swept in and clung to the crystallized remnants of a life un-lived. 

So we too sat frozen in the bitter depths. 

It is not yet finished. 

As we stand here, buried beneath but breathing,

we have the power to break away from subtle sympathies and lock onto the place where our passions and the worlds needs meet together.

It is here in the swirling midst of potential that the story continues on.

Sincerely, the worst thing that can happen holds no power.

This moment is our hour, the moment we feel the wind and the rush on the cliff,

The moment it goes from break to make. 

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