“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful than the risk it took to blossom”
The quote by Anais Nin comes immediately to my mind when I think about Risk.
I had it framed years ago.
When I was still closed up, fearful.
Ironic, how those words spoke to my soul.
Daring me to stop being afraid.
But it was still less painful to remain in the bud than to bloom. Or so I thought.
Tolerance for pain is high for those who have suffered abuse.
Walls need to be broken down. Walls built by years of pain.
Yet hope came.
Risk brings one to the brink of hope.
Until at last, blooming full into breathtaking beauty,
no longer hidden, hindered.
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