Mnemosyne Holds Fears As Swords

Fear of trying isn't fear of failure.
Fear of trying is fear of success.
      fear of success is fear of ... your greatness ... of feeling right and joyful in your greatness
      and perpetuates the willingness to live a mediocre life of minimal effort
      so you can believe
      you never failed.
But you did.
      you do
      when you deny yourself
      (you deny yourself the possibility to surpass your expectations
       to supersede
       at light speed
       the great expectations you fear others have of you)
      and you know this.
If the only thing we have to fear is fear itself
then why not live in a banquet guided by the immortal force of Zeus and Mnemosyne who by three threes of whimsical nights gave us eternal inspiration to scream creation?  

Do you feel the invigorating force of life coursing through your veins...when you deny your inner muse the chance to express something,
anything,
just because you... didn't... want... to... feel...   embarrassed? 

Me neither.

What about when you lock yourself up, denying the tribal coding and mating callings resident in your DNA since the dawn of ... 'us'?

Fear of love isn't fear of heartbreak
Fear of love is fear of happiness... followed by heartbreak -
            we believe we know this...

It's fear of happiness ...actually.
            and I know this.

But maybe we are already broken if we fear to risk to feel happy in love?
If happiness is freedom
Then fear is a cage
    a cage to keep us safe from reaching for chance
    for sheer fright of a journey we would fool ourselves to believe
    is best left untraveled;
    to remain cobbled in the persistent weight of a hardening heart
    changing into a block from the blocks of fear that paralyze
    our dreams to roam free in search of life that includes
    our dreams
    and broken dreams
    and razor sharp incisions from raptures so delicious that we should pivot on the banks of
    Lethe and delve into her shallow pool, sucking it dry, making streams of light
    pierce through the somnambulistic shadows cast by Hades in the Underworld

Why not give birth naturally without the amnesia
    return purpose to Mnemosyne
    let her show us the fullness of this life affirming journey
    of assured godliness
    of taking up fear as sword
    reapportioning our  knowledge of pain
    rediscovering a-gain the cherubim of nostalgia
    who return us to the place where 'knowing' is nothing if we own it alone.

  And sharing is 'unknowing' to feel something new.
  And feeling something new is reaching for the journey.
  Breaking Blocks.
     Engaging Senses.
        Burning Muscle.
          Letting Light.
             Wielding Swords.
                 Creating New.
  Birthing Our Greatness.

Sounds grand, like big plan
  to live in sweet memory of what you already knew
  but really, it's a simple truth to choose

Fear of trying isn't fear of failure.
Fear of trying is fear of your success.
Fear of love isn't fear of heartbreak.
Fear of love is fear of your happiness.
  Happiness is a decision.
         So is fear.

         ...and we should choose to know this.


© Berette Macaulay