I sit shivering in the dark
Eyes closed and all of my being
Filled with fear that I will
lose my most valued possession.
Flame and heat surround
yet the air is dense with
energy that moves like
cold steel wielded by a
forceful hand.
What I cling to so fiercely
I have long ago outgrown
But the comfort and safety
provided are like soothing
ointment on wounds that have
yet to be opened.
I want to be free of these chains.
I want to be whole.
What I carry are bits and pieces
of my own folly and the thought of
excision sends me into retreat.
As reason gives way to desire
and understanding stands at the
threshold with outstretched hand
I rise from this place of cowering.
I open my eyes to see what lay
ahead and a cold dark hand
grasps my own as I look into
the eyes of myself.
The only demons I had to fear is what
lay within the spectre of my shadow.
With the single act of embrace
all that is to be discarded
falls from me.
I am free. I am strong and
what I had feared losing the most
has only been transformed and
forged anew.
The dark gives way to light and
I step forward to greet the
final outcome.
This poem was inspired by study of the Qabalistic sphere of Geburah. Read more about the strength of this Sphere at the links below:
The Magickal Pen 
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