Julie MacAdam

Inside walls of steel is where my heart was kept,
Protected from all things scary and less then perfect.
There, in its hidden closure, were secret fears of failure.
“Mistakes lead to consequences,
imperfection equates isolation.”
Such thoughts shatter worlds.
Loneliness overflows with hope and longing.
Will I make the right choice?
Can I trust my own self?
I don’t want to admit my fears, a voice whispers.
A seed longs for Light;
Underneath appearances are other worlds, awaiting.
Worlds teeming with potential.
Emerging and becoming is a natural course in time.
That absolutely beautiful, absolutely imperfect, flower.
Without grandiosity or show,
It is itself.
Authenticity is a choice.