What’s Next

By Pierre Alex Jeanty

Here is the fear, welcoming itself into your thoughts.

It has reason to, because it did not utter a lie when it said not

to fall in love with them.

Maybe it was right about the person,

but it was never right about love.

It was definitely not right this me.

It is tying your hands together to keep you from catching your next blessings.

It’s trying to clog your thoughts with doubts so you make no room for better.

The beauty in letting go is finding freedom and making yourself available for more.

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