not a healthy place

Lately I see

The places I chose

Unconsciously

Were not really a healthy place to be

There was a part of me perhaps

Too frightened to embrace

The risk of freedom

Almost as if the fear of fully living

And throwing off the weight of unconscious death

Stole all of the air from my lungs

Almost as if the beating of the hooves of a thousand wild horses

Summoned up birthing fears

But how can we begin to live again

As a truer self

If we will not take the risk to die

For is not every death

Nothing but a change of form

And Christ Jesus said it well

When he declared

You cannot put new wine

Into old skins