How many times have you found yourself in this situation? Breath held in throat, heart snared in trap.
Courage waits outside the gates, blinded by deception, mesmerised by illusion.
The sentry waits, fazes with eyes of cunning. What say our lips? What say our spirit? Run. Stand your ground. It speaks from our hidden places. Be humble and without guile, free your courage. Speak words to calm, to balance.
Above all, be Free. Your shackles are visions of dust and trickery. Let go, let go. Be Free.