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We run through life
Deftly avoiding all the trips along the way
The stones that mar the path,
The crevices that catch an ankle,
Giving the illusion of speed,
In actuality more like the turtle,
Hiding in her shell
Little turtle, held tightly
Within the safety of her shell
Refusing to acknowledge the light of day
Yet shells can be cracked and broken,
And she whispers to me:
“Do you know what I have given up?
For this safety, I traded darkness
And am forever alone,
The world runs on by past me
In its hurry to avoid,
Not so different from me, I dare think.”
And she whispers too, as I run away
“It’s time to stop the running now
Take off the armor of avoidance
Carry the shield of the warrior,
The fighting is near
And no amount of running and hiding can stop it
Only eyes to see
An open heart,
And a shield of love”
©SpiritLed 2017