Fearlessly me

I guess it was engendered in history

Yet another one of nature’s mysteries

Like the unconditional love a mother maintains for her seed

We women we were made to nurture

Even beyond that which we breed

Even when it causes our souls to bleed

We are guilty of being nurturers of our pain

(Or maybe it’s our pain that nurtures us

I'm not quite sure which comes first)

But my pain? She clutched me

Stemming from seeds of rejection, she got a hold of me

And we harboured, and nurtured each other subconsciously

Sending me effortlessly into a sea of timidity and uncertainty 

I didn't want to feel the pain of rejection again

So perfection became my only aim... but I'm not perfect

So I withdrew more and more from the sharing of myself
Preferring the consequent neglection over the risk of subsequent rejection

Then when Love reminded me that I was made fearfully and wonderfully 

Fear fully snuck up from behind me and wondrously re-taught me timidity

So when Love was the one who predestined me

Fear was the one who eventually determined my destiny

I constantly second guessed myself

And in doing so I second guessed my help

But God, He lead me on a quest to find myself

And when I realised the true worth of His Word

I realised the true worth of his daughter

And when I truly accepted His Word I truly accepted his daughter

That's why right now in this very moment I can be fearlessly me

Knowing my worth is not determined by your rejection or acceptance of me

I am fearlessly me, accept or reject me, I will be fearlessly me

Sarah Kenyi © 2013