“Caught In The Web” by Trevor Witt
Caught in my web of insecurities,
I am reluctant to talk to her.
My doubts form sticky strings,
Tying my mouth shut.
Caught in my flypaper of shyness,
I am afraid to share tales of fear.
Memories, long faded, creep out of their coffins.
Labels and judgments fill my head with shame.
Caught in the pit of despair,
I cannot reach the fulfillment of freedom from shame,
If I am afraid to climb,
Afraid to face the possibility of failure.
Ghosts of rejection,
Scars from insults,
And memories of an impoverished spirit,
Fed by financial strains and parents yelling,
Have spun their web of insecurities,
And the spider of self-doubt threatens
To paralyze and consume my creativity.
Seeing through my web of insecurities,
I can finally reach through the mirage.
I am free.
“Don’t Wait” by Trevor Witt
Don’t wait.
Do not wait for the right moment.
Do not wait until you have concocted the most clever phrase to say.
Do not wait until you believe you have solved the riddle.
Do not wait until you have read all the books.
Do not wait until you have pondered every possible outcome.
Do not wait until you have reached the end of your …
Do not wait.
Good things come to those who wait.
Better things come to those who do.
Act.
Be inspired by all that is around you.
You are surrounded by miracles and your life is miraculous.
Do not wait.
A person may wake up from this wonderful dream at any moment.
Begin.
“A Thread In The Quilt Of The Universe” by Trevor Witt
My soul is dedicated to learning to love.
In the beginning, we are unaware of our separation from the rest of the world.
In the beginning, we are literally connected to our mother, and through our mother to hers.
We only learn to be separate beings after birth.
As we develop in the womb and progress into the world, we learn that we are not always connected.
We must cry and whine to get attention or food.
As we grow older, we learn that we must seek to get food on our own.
We must provide for our own shelter and our own happiness.
We must seek for ourselves.
But we forget that we are connected.
We forget how to understand that connection.
We forget how to express that connection.
We forget how to feel that connection.
Though we all seek it, the connection is not readily available, until a person opens his or her eyes and heart.
Some of what I say may seem like the thoughts of a wandering philosopher, only containing ideas which have meaning in an abstract sense, but I insist to you that these ideas are practical.
For a full life, we must see the connections.
For we are nothing but a thread in the quilt of the universe.
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