Set the Tone to Ease
To Begin Again
in a state of uncertainty
To allow the billows of hope
to rise out of me
breaths of fog in winter air
Breathing life back into my plans
and the snarling beast of doubt
and addiction is pawing at the door
I pray it’s locked
But maybe it’s best not to hide
from it
Maybe that’s the point of fear
The point of feeling
unsteady
Instead what if I bent down
let it sniff my hand
and warmed to it
Let it feel
I’m not threat to take over
but instead a creative force
to flourish
