Your arms full of tools,
your face full of sun,
you face the task at hand
armed with resolve.
And what would ever hold you back
except those voices, that can only say
“you don’t want to do that.”
They are as insubstantial as shadows.
Shadows can chill you,
but only when you’re not moving —
their bars can’t hold you in.
How bright the joy
of going forward —
Your movement, not your fears,
thus your defining substance,
your goodness not in theory
but in action,
your life not in the future but in now.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 24, 2013