Brave

“There was a creaking in her attic,

The kind that settles in your bones,

Makes your heart flee when you have the thought,

Of facing it alone,

Her mind made it an object,

With each creak sending her numb,

Like the noise possessed a pair of hands,

Wrapped tight around each lung,

The world told her to fear it,

‘There’s nothing good in the unknown’,

And she wondered if they’d ever faced,

The creaking of their own,

So she built herself a ladder,

From the thoughts that screamed to stop,

And climbed it to the death,

Her fingers shook against the switch,

And fear gripped at her breath,

As the light flickered above her,

Not a monster was in view,

But a group of dreams she’d dared not have,

In fear they’d not come true,

The creaking in her attic,

Has been a plea into her heart,

A dare to face the unknown,

And release from them from the dark,

Because you won’t encounter freedom,

If you give in to your fright,

Sometimes the bravest thing you’ll ever do,

Is just to turn on the light.”

~e.h.

I found this poem a while ago and loved it.  This person who writes these lovely and thought provoking words is one of my favorites.  every time I come across a piece of her writing I have to stop and think about what she is asking the world to realize.  I love her soul and I love her bravery.  Keep searching out those dreams… Keep forging those paths straight into the unknown!!!