Growing Pains

I think we go through life choosing the easy way,

Remaining well within our comfort zone of

Just enough and not too much.

And, really, don’t we have enough on our plates

Without worrying about moral obligations.

We fit ourselves snugly into patterns and routines –

A shell to shield us from unpleasant confrontation.

But every now and then that shield will crack and

In a great upheaval my soul will stretch and grow,

Burst forth like a volcano hot and raw.


Last night, through pain and much discomfort,

My soul outgrew its shell and I’ve been standing

Very still to wait, to catch my breath and to expand,

To catch up and contain again what you

With brutal honesty a bitter truth revealing,

Have questioned, battled, then implored.

That better part of me which you have called upon

And so has come to know a greater way of being.

Without a shell but with a veil of thankfulness and gratitude,

A blessing on your own sweet self.


© jsmorgane (July 2014)

Fought for my soul today

I fought today
A rather fearful battle.
I beat today
My dear old friend

I fought today
A very frightful onslaught.
I wrestled down today
That strong antagonist
Called fear.

I fought today
A war against temptation,
And for an endless moment
I thought I’d given in.

I fought today
The battle of my life,
And found the odds were even,
That I was not alone.
A friend spoke true
And fed my vision’s fire
And saved my soul

© jsmorgane (Aug 2011)