Joyous child or woman of despair,
who are you? I watch you cycle
again and again, ecstatic highs
that plunge you into paralyzing
Can you find your center, if only
for a moment? What is it that you
fear that keeps you on this roller
coaster, unwilling to step out and
face the shadow that consumes you?
There comes a time when each of us
must face our dark side. The pursued
must become the pursuer. To fail to
do this results in a treadmill of woe.
We need not do this alone for help is
waiting to be asked. Be humble, reach
out your hand and receive the gift