past fear

"my dear, my dear

the only one limiting you

is you,"

I hear myself tell my friend

as I crumble the deteriorating porch step

with my right foot

concrete falling

risk

it

slide guitar and windows cracked

it’s folk Friday on NPR

it is June and so cold

You are here in my

Bones

the cadence of your steadiness 

in the rise and fall

of the sun

of my breathing chest

in my listening and in my chatter

You are here in my DNA and

You are supplying the faith

enough faith

for today

be near me 

let your presence urge me

forward

let your spirit grow

me 

to struggle past fear