Pleads with himself to make a mark,
his profound fears dance in the dark.
He knows he could ignite bright sparks,
but self doubts whisper howling barks.
Hesitance makes him lose his pace,
runs so damn fast but stays in place.
Begs for the slightest touch of grace,
while scared he may fall on his face.
Takes a deep breath to ease shoulders,
stands up so tall feels much bolder.
Great inner strength slowly smolders,
fate becomes his true beholder.
With each new step he carries force,
serene peace permeates his pores.
Solid focus like a racehorse,
creates big moves guided by source.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Moonwashed Weekly Challenge #139 – April 18, 2023
Prompt – Serene
