The Kick.. a poem by Veronica Farmer

I have noticed
that when I get close
to naming the energy
that holds pain in place
that resists expansion
in comes 
The Kick..

Yet, I am made to find it
the knee jerk
sitting just below the skin
the carefully folded fears
laying behind the eyebrows
to tease them out

Sometimes I can feel the "Stop!"
Just before it happens
When I ask that question
the question that hurts
and heals
or show too much raw heart...

It's a lonely business sometimes
this ninja game
of swordplay with distress and quiet rage
When it is named and cleared, freedom arrives
But the risk is The Kick
when I get too close

I can't stop though
I won't 
even though you run
even though you won't walk higher 
and see in the mirror the powerful Lion I know you to be

I have to keep going
be who I am
leave you with a tender smile

I would have liked to have helped you
flush out the fears
And released mine too
So you could know your beautiful vulnerable heart
to be as wide as the night sky
a roar
and a smile
under the cracked glass

The Kick
is an interrupt 
It's why you found me
and why you pull away

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